Fading out through
the black and grey,
he decided to love her
and stay* ~

Don't be afraid
Just hold my hand
I can help you
Through this broken land

take me to Waffle House
(preferably late; it's best for people watching)
and enlighten me
about life outside suburbia, USA.

there is something stunning about listening to the world
escape through someone's lips.

every dusk

the Sun falls
willingly

and from its death
the moon will rise:
so we can

see its light
and give firsthand accounts
of the Sun's beauty

without going
blind



i'm no longer afraid
of the dark.

I'm already in too deep
Crawl back into my hole
I've traced these walls so many times
I don't know
This is hell
This is home

I hate to love you
But I could never help how I feel