I'm eighteen. I'm in college. I like to write. I'm into photography and music. I'm just another "tortured soul" like you. |
The air's always more dense when they're ready to...
Like bodies leaking pieces of shattered old soul...
I'm no more than a stone, in your eyes.
A statue, not quite made to standards...
I heard about your news, today.
I thought it was a lie...
Words.
In the form of insults...
The spiral staircase
The wrought iron fence...
The spiral staircase
The wrought iron fence...
James' hair is greasy as hell and he
smells like rotten bologna...
A boy today, I met him so.
Making babies out of snow...
Waltzing in the moonlight
Aware of the slight grip or his old fingers...
If I were [is], I'd be smiling. But I am [was...
If [is] is content and easy-feeling...well, that...