Every time I here sirens, I think of you. I think of the lights I saw. The reds and the blues. I had no idea it was you. And to this day, I still flinch at the thought, that it could be someone else I care about.
Shared from my drafts. About the day I lost a friend to suicide.
A collection of words dancing upon the blank canvas of my screen. Mocking me, they sit unaudited, unfiltered, nonsensical strings of words that fit so beautifully, so tempestuous, they sit together.
