thinking what I did, to myself.
Cold thunder starts in the left side of my chest making it like a heavy hot bread. Along with the blues on the radio, slowly that cold thunder travels to my neck, then to my sides of my checks and behind my eyes, making them all numb. Like connecting all my insecurities. That coldness ends up hot on the top my eyes, making my entire body helpless. That blues comes with an upbeat, making my heart race. I run. I will run away into the ocean, until I numb the ocean.
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC
thinking what I did, to myself.
Cold thunder starts in the left side of my chest making it like a heavy hot bread. Along with the blues on the radio, slowly that cold thunder travels to my neck, then to my sides of my checks and behind my eyes, making them all numb. Like connecting all my insecurities. That coldness ends up hot on the top my eyes, making my entire body helpless. That blues comes with an upbeat, making my heart race. I run. I will run away into the ocean, until I numb the ocean.
