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: Regret
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.
20-20
ive been writing mostly hiding idk if i like what i see in the mirror but at least i can see
trust
it was easier before- before, everything. they took everything not nailed down but nothing more Precious than my eyes to see you clearly
late night dip
i worry i’ll sink beneath my thoughts.
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.
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what would taylor think fallen over a couch after a pint and a half brush your face it’s to early to fall
gopher
sometimes just sometimes i come out of this deep hole that i burried to see the sun in all it’s glory go see a movie boba maybe a new hoodie and shortly return to the hole and consider doing that again next week. (maybe)
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i see the demons lurking behind every devious thought; cursing me reminding me you can never out run yourself
Saint's Muse 