I could make your night.
Only writing because i dont know what else to do. your rather distant. not physically.
i was right
I should have stayed home. because i feel like im not supposed to be here. and i don’t know why but im sad here today. i feel like you don’t want me here. whatever vibe it is that im picking up i hate it. we’re not sharing laughs today. not at all. i hate seeing you laugh and not being a part of the inside jokes. but im stuck it seems. invisible.
"these are the words you wish you wrote down."
“oh it hurts to be this good….oh it always hurts to have to be honest with the one that you love.” rainy atmosphere. jealous. selfish. incomplete. desperate. im out of things to feel so i enjoy numb. this electric guitar reminds me of solitary nights. brand new. jesus christ. i need to organize the words flowing through me. for the first time ever i dont think i can.
san antonio sunset
The sea fades into a well blended orange sun. the deepest blue stretching its fingers grabbing the horizon line. ripples in the waves of color they crash into stars. the explosion peaks behind the darkest of clouds. the sea is drowning the colors of love and turning them muddy. the ocean is wrapped in brilliance laughing at the unattentive ones. the sun dissapears. its warmth gone Texas is now the...