Empty eggshells Line the floor And you can’t walk across Or get to the door. You can’t reach your shoes,
We used to have the same lunch, didn’t we? We used to laugh at the same jokes… wouldn’t we? We were woven from the same fabric
He drapes his hand over the mounta… Brushes his fingertips over the fi… His breath dusts the windowpanes w… He cries for Spring, his tears fa… Soft mounds of snow form below him…
star-struck because stars are fictional, heavenly things. but
I do not know All of the answers. I forget sometimes And I’m not always right. Don’t listen to me,
I stand at the door What am I waiting for? A whisper or a breath To tell me to carry on? Carry on, carry on.
Whiteboards are erasable. Write down a message Swipe it away with a sleeve Scribble down another message. Swipe it away again.
All I have to say Is I am incomplete A story left unwritten A page left unturned But that does not matter
Dare you to shatter Dance in the rain while Unbreaking and Made by the darkness. And there are stars,
damp. damp and frothy and sticky upon
Knowledge is pain, Knowledge is power. The beauty of knowledge Seems so tangible and so beautiful… That mankind must have it.
morning rays peeking through the c… dancing close to you quiet stories told in the dark sleeping in movie nights
i am unsure where you are in this night. it is cold it is dark
Hi Dad. I’d like you to know I’m finally Unboxing each memory Framed
flirting with death ring the bell and run she knows it was you but she lets you go you are waiting to die.
