January 2012
waiting for an explanation that will never come
“tonight this room is smoky
and I am alone
listening to the silence.
I am...”
– Sifting Through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way: New Poems - Charles Bukowski (via henrycharlesbukowski)
“How nice— to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.”
– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five (via zombiestakeover)
