Eyes locked on the curb and blades of grass that sneak between the cracks. Picking myself apart. The only life I feel is in my right hand, and that's funny, because its linked with yours. I've been letting my mind get the best of us all, friends included, and it can be such a weapon of destruction. WakingUpInGuilt
Illuminate this bed and make this feel epic. Let's become a disaster and a masterpiece rolled into one. Carefully chiseled rough edges are all I am made of.
Currently trying to figure out how to untangle myself of the expectations that I have casted.
