guts and roses bills and dreams hurricanes and sandy beaches my life is an absolute joke. everything that i could have been was left behind, thrown away, or stolen and its my ******* fault so i have to find a new solution i feel broken
a wick hugged by a flame the heat is grateful for the threads as are the threads for a purpose a gust of life snuffing the couple fire is a resilient foe even assuming its best qualities persistence holds no grace the wick is lonesome without its flame
searching remains this old brain turns to silence today from nights to days to nights still no change when will the pain of being the same ever do a ******* thing