i died in this
I’m dying
I’m dying to fade
i don’t know
seus
these animals on my lap make it extremely hard to write
why is it that I can’t get over these normalities
this trivial
trivial
it's all so wasteful
these emotions
feelings
blocked
solid lining my thoughts
white paint scraping my elbows
stretching chest cavities
hollow and awake
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 7:15 AM UTC
i died in this
I’m dying
I’m dying to fade
i don’t know
seus
these animals on my lap make it extremely hard to write
why is it that I can’t get over these normalities
this trivial
trivial
it's all so wasteful
these emotions
feelings
blocked
solid lining my thoughts
white paint scraping my elbows
stretching chest cavities
hollow and awake
The realisation for need of progression
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