I didn't believe in god,
But I believed in you.

For some reason
I thought that that was the same thing

Nothing I desire
I swear it to the moon
Desires me back
Maybe I'm insane
Maybe 'forever'
Is meant for memorys
Not for people
Some days I am swimming
Most days I am sinking
There is never a day where I
Can simply just float.

"Even when dreaming, I'm falling so fast, then waking last-second, eyes wide. And feeling, after the terror has passed, a little emptier inside."

~John Casey, Raw thoughts

Under the stars stuck in repentance
It is there

The urge to redraw myself
Into the reflection of others perfection
To be spun in accordance of what lies behind those shallow eyes

My complexity beyond compare
//not sincere//

Am I the art or the artist
Because I destroy myself so beautifully
A symphonie sung and unsung all at once
Broken chords that heal themselves whole