The one about sidewalks and crunched leaves
1…2…3… counting steps. Crunching leaves… Read more
1…2…3… counting steps. Crunching leaves… Read more
Some nights look like thunderstorms…
You go dancing. You go partying. The noise. The Flashes. The people. The colours. Smiles. Smirks. Neon lights. Shots. Claps. Shouting lyrics…
– Hey, beautiful! What’s up with those sad looking eyes?
– Heartbreak! – You answer without giving it a second thought.
– My, my! So quick to jump to conclusions, aren’t we? – a smirk shows up on my lips. Read more
I get mad. I get mad all the fucking time.
I get mad with the sunlight on my pillow at 6 AM. It won’t fucking leave me alone. It won’t let me sleep. Read more