it's late i'm rambling i'm sorry.

but i can't even write the words to try to capture how i'm feeling
and you don't even know what you'd say if you could open up your mouth.
i've hated myself for the longest time.

it all fell apart after the accident.
i saw entire cities crumbling into dirt
i saw ______, ___ and _______.
and i saw the ocean and couldn't separate it from the skyline.

what if,
all
of
a
sudden,
everything just fucking glitched on you?
and you weren't sure of anything
but
knew
what
was there?

somewhere, though, i AM sure and
i DO remember that little girl you were, picking blueberries with me
laughing in the mirror
and placing clouds in the sky.
i'm so sure of this, and nothing but this.
do i need to know anything but this?




i understand i understand HOLY SHIT I UNDERSTAND FINALLY why you love'd that room so damn much.
and why you said it gave you the best sleep ever.
and how you never wanted to wake up again.
holy fucking shit.

do metaphors scare you?
1/2 way.
lucky 3.
my eyes are changing colors again.
oh my god.
fuck this shit.