Everything Beautiful and Sad

And pretty to look at.........

we say things we don’t mean
a satellite so long gone
like the love letters i wrote you
that you lost when you moved
the fruit of desire
stuffed right in my mouth
i’m drunk in your old room
i’m sinning out loud
no, you’ll never escape my mind
no, you’ll never escape my mind
to stand divined
entwined
no, you’ll never escape my mind
no, you can’t, and you never will

Merchandise

Merchandise

To regret one’s own experiences is to arrest one’s own development. To deny one’s own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one’s own life. It is no less than a denial of the soul.

—Oscar Wilde, 

(Source: psych-facts, via thejazzloftproject)