“i’m so bored and broken with everything. i see so much beauty surround.
i want to kiss, but then i can’t even think about kissing. i want to touch but can’t even think about touching. i want to begin but can’t even think about beginning. i don’t want it to end but all i can think about is it ending.
every bit of unknown ugliness leaks out of every gleaming eye and every bright smirk like water. every bit of unknown loneliness appears out of every smart dimple and every sweet collar bone like smoke from a cigarette.
one million faces (of everyone i know) already burnt out and worn out.”
and then i wake up from everything and see that i’m everything i shouldn’t be because i’m still hurt and writhing.
