#ehnigma

[oldwinesoul]

We read books and highlight the lines that speak to us, we listen to music and tattoo the lyrics that touch us, we turn to poetry and learn the lines that become us; we're all hopelessly inept people, struggling in vain to coherently express ourselves. We know what we want to say but we don't know how.

—ehnigma, reasons why i write

[clicheyettrue]

We read books and highlight the lines that speak to us, we listen to music and tattoo the lyrics that touch us, we turn to poetry and learn the lines that become us; we're all hopelessly inept people, struggling in vain to coherently express ourselves. We know what we want to say but we don't know how.

reasons why I write/ehnigma

[deeperinthought-blog1]

Sometimes, nothing is what you need.

deeperinthought, six word story no. 114, close your eyes 

[restlessmuseum]

with the calm that marks me aside i admit once here anger used to be physiology and even now ear pressed up against the glasschest, auscultate help me grow the thunderstorm, may it play a man. got lost in the dazzlement of second steps, docile on the chain of thoughts. again the spiritual diastema, gathering enough space in the world's teeth. rattling the current status with a joke, a test. but stunting in the chair and resighting kind of wolf of the fables never seen before is missing the entire zodiac: so inadmissible. one with heads toward all to starve upon, you know, the heart aches from the heart, the unemployed blood from the heart 's just nourishment and wifey comes back singular glitch of hells, thought was love it was all water instead the wooly tide at the pasture of sheepness, summer has never been so hot and fall has never been so hot, winter has never been so content, guess what, spring saw us falling in hibernation one by one. bah, done the ear here only the sick can convey like lighthouses, keepers of the same code

[salparadisewasmyfather]

Your lips awakened something in my chest, as if you were a match and my heart was gasoline.

love letter excerpts pt. IV

[salparadisewasmyfather]

The thing love does to you is that, when your heart doesn’t feel like beating, there’s another one that beats for you.

N.Brandstaedter

[salparadisewasmyfather]

There was beauty inside your eyes, so infinitive and so consuming, I wished I’d never seen you. Just so I could take another day without you, because missing you makes me feel like I can't breathe.

love letter excerpts pt. VII

[deeperinthought-blog1]

of dreams

isn’t it just the best, when you can catch that strand of dreams, pull it out to its full potential   and savor the stories of your unhindered mind, one by one, slowly until the night is over.

-deeperinthought