Is it too much to ask for, The self being contained Under the snow of your eyes Reaching out, never quite grasping The height of the situation.
I have that swipe keyboard on my phone where I draw a line between the letters to write the w… Sometimes, it mistakes the word
What is going on Does anybody know For I am lost More so by the day And what is this?
Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.
In an instant she turned to ice. I fired myself to thaw her. But she was too cold
Crush my heart And take from me The very passion that is my soul; Rip it out And leave no doubt
Ah, my sincerest apologies. I have a tendency to drop dead In front of gorgeous women.
Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically
Beyond the vast icy landscapes Far from the othering city There’s someone waiting for me In my favorite dreamscape. God knows I’ve been waiting for h…
I can see you’re still bleeding. I would like to dress your wound, my wound. In my haste I now realize, I bleed too.
The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,
Humanity is a tired, jaded, dirty face with bright
From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind
This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…
Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...
