i listen to music and eat more and more food and then stop everything, trying to breathe in the dark. my windows are boarded up, i feel so safe but i miss the clouds at night, the moon and the lights from the shopping center.
nothing describes me better than these songs i listen to and i wish i could melt into them, be beautiful and someone like no other.
i look at colleges and i miss those places i traveled to. i am sinking back into that state of mind, except quietly and without a word of complaint. things are better but like i said, change is a constant that was never constant enough for me.
i was dead then alive, she was wine turned to water then turned back to wine...