Aug 2014
Fast.
Matter-less.
Moving through the city like photons.
She's never there like the stars...
muted gracelessly by carcinogenic light pollution.
Dark.
Empty.
Like a landfill where every day it's sunny.
Matter-less.
Moving through the city like photons.
She's never there like the stars...
muted gracelessly by carcinogenic light pollution.
Dark.
Empty.
Like a landfill where every day it's sunny.
Heart break is always tough. It's even tougher to go through in Hollyweird. The city scape is just as desperate and depressed as I feel. I bask in it. It's like salt in my wounds and I've always been one for pain.
