j. belisario


A haphazard collection of written works, paintings, photographs, random entries, and the musings of a boy's own search for love, life, and birthday cake.

(this is the latest extension of his previous documented quest, AUGUST.)

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Ask me anything.
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You wound the rope around me,
And you pulled the knots in tight.
And shook me like a bad dream from your sight.

And now the things I’ve done to forget you…
Well, it’s not what I had planned.
The sweetest thoughts get twisted in the Strangeland.

Strangeland, blind.
You got no reason, you got no rhyme.
You give no time to put things right.
To put things right.

We fell too fast and said goodbye too soon.

Thank you for everything.

But I’m never going back again.

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