| "Making art, |
filling up space,
with music, art
and bit of poor taste"
It Isn't RightI can't believe I spent all weekIt Isn't Right by ~Ashchethem
trying to tell you that I'm sorry
when I know you would've done and said
the same things.
It's not like I was committed,
I just wait for you to finish
with one hand on the steering wheel,
foot on the gas pedal.
I know that it isn't right,
all the damage that we do to each other,
all these scratches on our bodies.
But we're still not sorry,
because we don't care.
And I don't believe we ever will.
ThunderstormIf there’s one thing that Aleks really hates, it’s thunderstorms. When it rains he’s constantly wary of the clouds and the way they sometimes rumble.Thunderstorm by ~Ashchethem
When he’s with Eddie, they curl up under the sheets, PuppyChef fast asleep at their feet. They turn up the television loud enough to drown out the sound, and talk. Occasionally the windows rattle, and their bedroom flashes for a half of a second, and sometimes Aleks whimpers softly (though he'll deny it later when Eddie teases him for it) and holds onto Eddie, the older man reciprocating by squeezing him tighter, smiling.
Eddie will kiss his forehead, his eyelids and hi
I'm LostI'm lost. For too long now I guess,I'm Lost by ~Ashchethem
because I'm beginning to like it,
or accept it, I'm not sure.
All I know is the emptiness inside my soul,
the million thoughts flowing through my head every single day
and the sharp, deep emotions
are like knowing a lifetime story,
except... I'm unable to share it with words.
It slips through my fingers every time,
just to get lost again.
But I guess I'm okay with that too.
Because I'm always content with just searching
with the hope that one day I might grasp them.