it is heavy as it seems
breathe in
its official. its always been official. there is some sort of fascination in the brilliance of dimness, some sort of fixation with unattainable youth.
i saw my future, my past and my present in a living room watching reba today.
my future slept underneath me, wanting to be held and pushing away everything that wanted to hold him, locking one out with his words, the other behind doors and body pillows.
my past sat next to me, his lips and eyes and his dull wit screaming at me, reminding me of who i am, whatever i have become. it screamed why.
my present just screamed, slammed doors, and begged for just something more.
yes clyde. it is as heavy as it seems.
breathe out
no teenage flinch
nebulize
tori - siren
