alone. isolated. desolate.

I only shit originally (All this shit is original) Jayson/Chicago/Grunge/Writer?

[elementlydesolate]

"Her beauty, comparable to none, compared me to all."

-// Excerpts from a book I'll never write #21

[elementlydesolate]

"We all do whatever keeps us off the balcony, baby."

-// Excerpt from a book I'll never write #20

[elementlydesolate]

When is the universe gonna realize good people deserve good things.

ED

[elementlydesolate]

It's been lovely but it's back to being lonely

ED

[elementlydesolate]

“I just want a star I can share the universe with.” - //Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #19 <\p>

[elementlydesolate]

"A loving heart is as blind as a broken one." - //Excerpt from a book I'll never write #18

[elementlydesolate]

“The black ink from a writers pen, Always begins As red blood from a writers heart." - //Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #17

[elementlydesolate]

And I turned to her and said, “Don’t be sad. Be sadistic.

//Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #16

[elementlydesolate]

Deep inside, where nothing’s fine, I’m losing my mind"

//Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #15

[elementlydesolate]

I wanted us to talk, at least intill the sandman’s knock.

//Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #14

[elementlydesolate]

The warmth of your body against mine puts the world on hold. Guess that means you make my world whole.

//Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #13

[elementlydesolate]

The words fell on death ears rather than in love

//Excerpt from a book I'll never write #12

[elementlydesolate]

You left me nothing but long nights and pieces of glass, yet I ran after with bloodied feet and tired eyes.

//Excerpt from a book I'll never write #11

[elementlydesolate]

You’ve never been closer to me, yet I haven’t missed you more.

//Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #10

[elementlydesolate]

Countless hours, countless nights. No sandman in sight. All because of you, But you didn’t see me too.

//Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #9

[elementlydesolate]

I don’t know what it is, Her eyes, Her words, Her smile, Her curves, But she’s got a way of controlling me. And I hate it.

//Excerpt from a story I’ll never write #8

[grunge-top]