an unplesant balance of loss of self esteem and too high standards, bringing even the famous faces into shreds. oh and the heart beat, eyes blink, consant stream of pavement moving below your feet. that song that reminds you off rain. its the one that an old lover used to love. quiet in nature, and angry in emotion. blazing nightmares and concepts of new realisation that you aims are gonna sink and fail.even that instinctive line you hate to draw, your stopping it from trickling. as you quote soemthing thats you think you love, which sure as hell sounds poetic. yet the meaning its not quite there. a familiar face flashes in that mind of yours. or wait was it a dream of someone whos just a little make believe. and your asphyxiations , even they are a let down in the face.
oh god dont start something here
xo