To live in a foundation that I've built for mysteries to travel into the walls and every room. No memories to reminisce.

My heart and brain burn out from wasted ideas and feelings that won't ever bring the presence of light from the bedroom to living room.

I box my self in my love seat because I find it easy to know that only I will keep myself company during this milestone in my life.

I smoke every time I think about you, it eases me. The only picture in this room are my lungs; black.