today I walked through the snow and found a field of headstones
they were in rows like the weeks on calendars
where each box is a day that you can never escape
without pills for your poisonous sleep.
I wish people could just say how they feel like ‘Hey I really don’t like when you do that to me’ or ‘Hey I’m in love with you’ or ‘Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time’ without sounding desperate. Why can’t everyone be painfully honest and just save people the trouble.
— (via thelovelyloner)