I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
On the edge of my bed she sits waiting for the sun to rise My favorite shirt hangs from her like a dress It’s the only thing she’s wearing I hear her singing “Blue Jeans” by Lana Del Rey under her breath “I will love you til the end of time…” As the morning light…
I woke up with new eyes today The same blue eyes have sat on opposites sides of my nose from birth But when I woke up I seen the world differently I walked in such painful strides before Overlooking signs and appocoliptic visions of an end so near Yet I ran so far from myself…
