the discordant concord of things.

trees with no leaves, lowlit and broken. i woke up alone,i swore i had no legs.
but tonight i will…

emptiness is just the result of complacence; our routine is just as bleak as our despondence.

shoulders bent away. as miserable as i made you, i did it to myself first.

everything has been figured out, except how to live.

you can’t forget, apathy is easier than resilience.



The plot is empty

you spoiled all the scenery, now when i watch the sunset all i see is the darkness swallow the light.

…it’s like a blackhole all year long, the sky is gone, while a grin eats your teeth. when you breathe it hurts, like falling out of a tree. the only thing i resent,is that  i know you exist.



boyhood is a summer sun