I'm drowning in the newfound freedom of returning to the words I once left behind The words allow me to sink further into my mind The words embrace me like an old friend The words comfort me when I cannot run to a past lover When I cannot cry on my friends shoulder because he is more troubled than I Cover me in my blanket of words Let me rest Let me only be woken by one that could console me in a more pleasant manner
I left words behind like I left you in your darkest hour. . . Wordtimewordtimewordtimewordtime. I made cookies. They're still just as bad as before.