The past 24- no, 48 hours They've felt like tape being pulled through an old film camera blurry. No clean breaks F L A S H E S O F H A P P I N E S S Lots of black. Resurgence. Rueful Lots of fire fighting for my heart to do It hit me like a speeding cyclist on a street where I crossed without looking both ways, with my headphones on, per usual. fast, sharp, stinging, mean Two roads diverged in a wood, and until summer we walked it together I tried to hold onto your hand through the brambles and the thorns B L O O D far too much lost. SOS, must not die { NEVER, over a boy } promised too many people coffee on saturday promised too many times i'm gonna live for them
You're dead to me dead dead dead dead dead I played piano for 2 hours today played this one note progression only D-E-A-D Dead; my heart, you and your mentally underdeveloped buddies Leaves are turning brown. Leave my system now Leave l e a v e leave {I'll need an exorcist at this rate } My room feels too heavy sometimes. Suffocating. Gutted. Open the window; not enough it cracks too little to let the night wash in went for a walk at 10:02 p.m. Just to feel the icy night on my throat coming over me like waves of a heaving sea I'll drink the inky blue in gulps Refreshing. Nose reddened. Heat wanted. System Reboot Rueful Restart Sweather weather all me, no you