It's like he's on full blast.
The world is white noise next to him.
A pure chaos that I cant process in my mediocre mind.
A symphony of broken emotions and guitar strings and LIFE,
Vibrating when your fingers hover over.
To have gotten a glimpse,
Of the catastrophe of black rushing through him,
Knocked the wind and words out of my hopeful lungs.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
It's like he's on full blast.
The world is white noise next to him.
A pure chaos that I cant process in my mediocre mind.
A symphony of broken emotions and guitar strings and LIFE,
Vibrating when your fingers hover over.
To have gotten a glimpse,
Of the catastrophe of black rushing through him,
Knocked the wind and words out of my hopeful lungs.
