This town is my favourite

I promise I will come back, girls I promise you, and boys I promise you too.

Every saturday night

The closeness and distance within my friendships.
I don't truly like anybody but one, who I think may not truly like me.

Sometimes I analyze my face to the point that I am thoroughly convinced I may actually resemble some sort of aquatic life. Or a man. Or a number of other things I'd really rather not put too much thought into. Since the toll of your true colours has unravelled, so have my insecurities. The graze of your hand gainst my naked flesh sends me into a state of discomfort and over conciousness and incredible vulnerability. It feels horrid but all the while it's all I think about. How ever if your love was tainted I'm in hopes that your trial to rebuild and reconnect will demolish those walls once and for all. Just tear me out from and bury yourself under my skin.

Dyed orange hair

Or an indented chin, or too many pieces of metal hooked into her face. But whatevers beneath all of it must be fantastic for you to still want it. I want it. I want all of it.

It's all relative

Already this is a failed attempt. I wonder what'll happen when you're gone. I hope you die before our father.

For things interpersonal

Little bits and pieces of knowledge I collect and collaborate, tiny sentances and scribbles and photos, all strictly emotion based. Good energy, positive charge, unedited or picked apart or criticized. Nothing cynical or hateful. To try and find beauty in all things again. Let's hope.