i set out to make a book of love and understanding
where we walk roads rife with wildflowers and
hike mountains with streams of meltwater
but here i find myself breathing in stormclouds
and i feel my lungs cloy with thick dust
clay and rust will replace the blood in my veins
atrophy of the mind
i want to be free of this, the constant fatigue,
the emotions overflowing as water from
a ***
i didn't mean to go this way when i saw the
fork in the road
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 5:10 PM UTC
i set out to make a book of love and understanding
where we walk roads rife with wildflowers and
hike mountains with streams of meltwater
but here i find myself breathing in stormclouds
and i feel my lungs cloy with thick dust
clay and rust will replace the blood in my veins
atrophy of the mind
i want to be free of this, the constant fatigue,
the emotions overflowing as water from
a ***
i didn't mean to go this way when i saw the
fork in the road
