my head is pounding sorrowful rythems in the back of my head. my heart is knocking against my ribs. my blood is clotting in my veins. i can feel myself dying. but ill keep it inside
im tired of breathing in artifical air. filling my lungs with oh so sweet posion. im tired of wasting my money away in light blue sticks of my joy. im paying for the air i need to breath. and im sick of it. but i cant stop
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling. You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.