i hate this friday
and this computer, fuck it
things will be right soon
On being human…
i hate this friday
and this computer, fuck it
things will be right soon
when was the last time
you slept out under the stars
cozy sleeping bag
i won’t keep waiting
better to keep on moving
than to stay behind
helpless, hands are tied
feet bound, mouth gagged, tears fall
please, just let me go
silence is golden
after four hours of lecture
i relish silence
you used to love me
i’ve inhabited your thoughts
you think of her now