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My life deals with a lot of having my music paused to hear you speak

Have these old hairs I’ve grown on the roof of my head sheltered a home with wisdom and experience or just a house the homeless use to stay warm in cold winters.

I can’t cry anymore. I just want to love you so much that my tears drown my soul in your happy sea

My most important sleep is the time between the moment I shut my eyes and the minutes after when my alarm goes off.

I’m having bad thoughts again. I’ve dragged the belly of my foot for countless steps turning my feet to rocks. Ive sighed harder than wind hitting the numb parts of my skin. I am your children’s experiment with knots tied at the neck of fingers til I see purple

I wake up and some days are just sadder than others. For no specific reason either.


i feel like my purpose in life is to help others discover theirs, on the most rudimentary level. i love making people feel important. theres always this shared moment, inciting a brief moment of peace amidst the clamor of real life. i can’t help but give all the little pieces of me away to strangers and familiar faces alike. once there’s nothing left of me to give, i will be completely empty, but i will be complete. i wish i was a ghost.

I’m so amazed rn. I ended up getting drunk by myself, ofc, and in a cemetery. But the odd thing is I sat down next to a random tombstone and when I went to check the date of their death it was January 17th. A day away from my bday and also my best friends bday like wutT

I think I’m going to make a playlist, grab me a personal bottle of whiskey, and head to a bridge