I wrote this on New year's eve. Building myself up for a no bullshit year. My shortcomings are my own and I'm done with the excuses I've hidden behind..
The colors will always come but once they reach their peak the brown crispy death takes hold. Soft veins feathering your palms and once dead become a ..
Sometimes the clarity filters through this haze and I can't accept this could just be a phase that will only leave me wanting. The more I resist, the ..