I’d rather be dead than be somebodies clown. But I love my siblings so I don’t mind existing as a scrawny mouse trying to carry around fucking mountains.
EVERYDAY IT’S LIKE I’M DREAMING IN BLACK AND WHITE
EVERYTHING LOOKS SO GOOD BUT SOMETHING ISN’T RIGHT
I KNOW WHY
YOU ARE ALL OF THE COLOURS MISSING FROM MY LIFE
Rising shadows, Falling light.
Ignorance is not bliss, it’s distancing sadness. But sometimes you become lost and have to find your way around it.
Wake ‘em up with the womb dance!
what if this is all one big womb?
I feel like a snail in quicksand trying to catch up to snakes…
Hungry Footprints of Trees to Mountains of Water. War between feet. “whose going to carry me?” The hands are so caught up in reflecting.
Judging somebody is no different than cornering a stone waiting for it to come to life.
Before You Fight With Others, Fight With Yourself. Find out where the real battle worth fighting is. The battle outside you isn’t what you’re worth. Bloodstains leave shadows becoming hard to swallow. Footsteps of blood left throughout dreams. Lost in Clarity. Hands Stained With Reflections…Cannot See Through Blinded, Blood Addicted Numb Feet.