get back up

i hate when it feels like i'm losing my voice again, feeling lost again. i want to write a lot of things, but it all closes up, like i am back at the start of this. i hate him for a lot of this. but you can't just break down or give up... the darkness isn't binding. so i've just got to write, until set alight here. listening to conor oberst and the mystic valley band, finding calm.

so, i don't know when i'll forget. until then, it's this tribute of knives, keeps cutting. i love so big, that the lasting pain just keeps lingering. i still steal glances, like a fool for wounds.

i feel a little lost every few days.