#art journaling

she said what’s with this dog motif?

every time i drive through the city where you’re from i squeeze a little

I’m quitting the benches, your waiting

room, where nobody’s ever seen. Dear, I was tired

of stairs, your stairs, silent stairs. I remember how you glowed

in the dark, your sorry like a spark. Dear, I no longer strike

matches on your walls.

— “Dear,” by Monika Zobel

Dear, I no longer strike

matches on your walls. Dear, it had to end. I remember

the sickness like a concrete block, anchored and dull,

something built for stumbling. No fire, no fire

could blow it up.

— “Dear,” by Monika Zobel

most are shocked some don’t care

I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO HEAR THAT SHAKE IN MY VOICEMY PAIN IS MY OWN!!!!!!!!

but when i stepped through / there was no floor

and i can hear your dog whistle from my bedroom / and i can see a flashlight cutting up the trees behind my house

new things just hop along, hop along

GO ON ROMEO , BARK YOUR HEAD OFF

MAKE US IT MAKE US HIP MAKE A SCENE!!

…at the door came the knock …

…he’s a clever man, did you know? i bet he works for the government…

some january journal pages

i’m making more of a concerted effort to keep track of my days in ways other than constantly writing in my diary about how miserable i am, and i think it’s helping

Love In The Dark // Adele

My messy journal

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted my journals here