i use to wr- i use to post a lot, small moments covered in a scarf or bundles of blankets like a timeline of me. & somewhere along the way i started to take in this negativity that spawned: some from these memories from the dread of time the doubt i have over these dreams.… Continue reading Clint E.
Tag: Fears
last day off
last year a shakey handoff (at best) constantly choosing between life and sleep haven’t slept in years when i do; my dreams were a gothic spinoff love interest played by wednesday. black and white lens for thee ending send-off all black molotov (for those who couldn’t be here) with fireworks and a rip off.
Nine lives
infinite amount of chances just gotta take more he told me that before he passed he said you never know what is a bullseye until you shoot.
13 blue birds
i paid to be accepted only to be denied fair treatment. singing among the treetops cursed to walk the ground your song only calls the hell hounds.
20-20
ive been writing mostly hiding idk if i like what i see in the mirror but at least i can see
late night dip
i worry i’ll sink beneath my thoughts.
subject: change
it is my wants that change i can see the truth in your eyes that change made you want change
monster under the bed
i have dreams of us they never end well like a horror movie i die first
everyday
everyday i dedicate to myself to be better than yestersay so far i am 0 for 30. but maybe today will be different.
thursday night
break bread break her back break into your brothers room to steal the netflix password
Saint's Muse 