It’s Cold & I Wish It Was Warmer….

So, I had to build a fire. CRISP AIR AGAINST THE WALLS OF MY LUNGS, AND THEY FALL LIKE THE DEW UPON THE LEAVES CRUMPLING BENEATH MY FEET. AS I WALK, MY MIND IS RACING. & MY BREATH IS ALWAYS PACING. CAUSE I’M STUCK IN THE MOMENT THAT I FEEL, BUT I’M LOST IN CROWDS…

Come Back

people come and go, this i surely know but i’m tired of empty holes in portraits on the wall where pretty faces used to be i hide my cigarettes in mum’s bushes because she doesn’t like to see the ruins scattered across her drive like the ashes in my eyes where there used to be…