i want to find beauty in the cracks of paint and rust of the city, in the cuts in the concrete underneath my sneakers as i walk around town, searching, waiting, wishing for a new place to stay. i want to go exploring. i want to go on an adventure. need to find a far away world of my own, where i can be free. i want to hop a train to Everywhere, Anywhere, Nowhere, where all my dreams will "come true".
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
i will be okay.
there are monsters in my walls again.
not of brick of plaster, but of bone, and flesh.
i'm my biggest critic, my biggest enemy; i will be the death of me.
i wish i could just get a grip, i wish that i could be normal, whatever that is.
i think i'm used to my insanity.
i just don't want to be human anymore.
not of brick of plaster, but of bone, and flesh.
i'm my biggest critic, my biggest enemy; i will be the death of me.
i wish i could just get a grip, i wish that i could be normal, whatever that is.
i think i'm used to my insanity.
i just don't want to be human anymore.
- Mood:
artistic
