this isn't a game but we play like one take your ball and run whenever you don't like the outcome couldn't live without one- the rain; i remember it being, lighter walking through it hands as an umbrella a scene i remember in a novella 'wants only go so far without the time'
Tag: Sadness
scrapyard
you changed a lot- all for the better just not sure who's all in an attempt to be better just not sure, better than who, i hope you sit down a write this out before all that is left is a scrapyard of mixed dreams false identities wrapped in a fleece blanket, each step was… Continue reading scrapyard
missing organ;
i won't become something different to appease your insecurities, i won't say sorry for being me it took me way to long to know who i was to be taken away by anyone
Saint's Muse 