Day thirty seven.

 There’s no reason there’s no secret to decode. If you can’t save it leave it dying on the road. Wide open arms can feel so cold, feel so cold. It’s over before it begins. The empty sky surrounds me but I can’t see at all and you can sit beside me and tell me what it’s worth but I hope I die before I get sold. If you find the soul that you lost, frozen in a starry void take it within and hope the sight of blood can will signs of life to return back to the way that it was long before it made a noise to keep on quietly reminding you what’s never created or destroyed.

Day thirty one

What direction should we choose? We're lost and still confused. I walk into the sun with you the only one who understood the ways. The hours became days, the weeks turn into months, we walk into the sun.

In space all things are slow, no sound with speakers blown. The silence fits the scene, the prince is now the king. Neon blurs my sight, I'm guided by strange lights.

Day Thirty.

I live my life in cocaine just a rage and three kinds of yes and I've made stairways such scenes for things that I regret. Oh, those days in the sun they bring a tear to my eye. Tonight I'm gonna rest my chemistry
But you're so young, you're so young you look in my eyes. You're so young. So sweet. So surprised.

Day twenty five.

Remember when I told you I was having photography lessons? well, those above are two of the many I've been taken. Nothing great really, I just wanted to share some of the stuff I've been doing there. And again I apologize for the lack of posts lately.

Day seven.