I walked away for myself - because I didn't like the person that I was becoming but you walked away because everyone else told you to and that's where the difference lies.



the floor of the bar is blue and green and million colours in between its turning on its wheels, round and round the wheels of the bus go my head is spinning, is yours too? purple foaming at my mouth, purple eyes staring at me i think i might be sick, where do i throw … Continue reading Blur


I am running away from the life that I could have had nostalgia for the unknown haunts me indecision prevents me from forgetting and now my alternate past is deciding my future.


It's hard to see past this feeling to look around the grey clouds in my head they say that rainbows only come after the storm but I'm stuck in this perpetual tempest of misery no break in the clouds, no sunshine seeping through.