Rorschach-quilldriver - Realize, Realize, Realize

M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

Scrambled - Jason P

{Cero Umano}, photograph by Gorche

Borderline

Bor•der•line

/n/

Someplace between neurosis and psychosis/between black and white/split down to the wire/I ask myself why everyone leaves/and I do it before they can/before they can abandon me/I don't know myself/why am I like this?/I understand now why they leave/I'm unable to change/so now I'll soak in my pain/this pain remains/a gaping wound in my chest

I don't want to panic about all these small things anymore

I’m just always scared that everything will only keep getting worse. Scared that it’s and endless downward spiral leading to a lonely ending. All these small things keep reminding me of the fact that there’s nothing I have control over. A part of me still wants to control everything even though I know that’s impossible.

It's always risky killing off a character but if you have to, you must have them HAUNT the narrative. Let their death and absence be constantly felt at some level.