i may sneak in as you sleep, and write on your body.

“Ο συναισθηματικός τρόπος που αισθάνεται κανείς.”

[cliki]

‘”Ενας γέρος που αντικαταστάθηκε.”

Άλλη μια ευτυχισμένη νύχτα, στη μνήμη.

[cliki]

you know that feeling where you’re balancing very close to a ledge, nothing to hold on to
and it’s really just a matter of the mildest breeze, where you will fall?

*clicki*

“it’s only forevah, not long at all, lost and lonely, that’s underground, underground.”

Up at 6am. Nightmares again. By nightmares I mean you.

ceiling, now.

spazing at Jones beach.

[cliki]