Oh how my contorted emotions remain captive in this futile, abysmal misery.
I wish I could paint my heart onto this canvas of poetic
longevity.
I want to create words that dance and glow inside your mind at
night.
Thoughts levitating out of my
body.
Engulfed in this chaos.
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC
Oh how my contorted emotions remain captive in this futile, abysmal misery.
I wish I could paint my heart onto this canvas of poetic
longevity.
I want to create words that dance and glow inside your mind at
night.
Thoughts levitating out of my
body.
Engulfed in this chaos.
