Matchbox Maladies

Catastrophic uncertainty of the self.

by Sine Qua Non

but, yeah, you love me too

you know your song rests in the pages of the books that i read too; and soon you’ll know better to see this love through and not be a slave to the fear you won’t have chance at forever

soon enough that night will come when you know you have to be with me and then i will be with you and all doubt will be over, all running away will be through

i could not fin…

by Sine Qua Non

i could not find you anywhere. and i want to lose you all the way if this is what i will get every time. all i had wanted was a real conversation. like you were there, listening. but you weren’t. it makes me sad that everyday i keep using the phrase ‘we have been reduced to’ more often than acceptable. what has become of us? pretty damn stupid. we were nothing to begin with. 

 

somebody needs saving