trust is something sharp to hold for someone important in a perfect world we'd never bleed over one another chrome blades dig into each person who lost grip with their loved one in a perfect world trust would be dull significance is in the blade filled inside of the atoms are the affections, promises and lust we carry a perfect world is plastic empty atoms hollow and dead on the inside contain nothing I rather take the blade than poison myself
There are things called chromebooks, and they are like laptops but they have one small difference, they can fit in your bag, they can run offline, they can by used by schools, they can be monitored, they are cool they are lightweight they are good-looking and most of all they are fun to use
What weather is it? When the grass is monochrome brown and the skies are poly-chrome purple, when swings squeaking in the wind are empty and loud. Has everyone left, and everything gone? Why am i soaked, when there's no rain? What weather is it?