Writing

As he crossed the everdale Wyoming border, he had realized that the rain had been following him all along. Thomas was drenched in water as his suitcase was cracked and his business cards bled.

Dear tormentor

Is this all i will ever become?

She had me whispered

As the moon waltzed through the sky

Your pretty object?

i labor through bright and dim

My long forgotten body

                                          Pulses

With the glow of what could have been

When you close your eyes

Can you feel

Remorse

Bubbling into your chest?

When you shut your mouth

Can you feel

Regret?

Can you?

Or do you just let the

I don’t know if I’m pretty enough for this world, 

I’ve got scars from every adventure I’ve ever had. 

I’ve got acne and spots no matter what I do and what I eat. 

we stood on stage in black & white eyes tired but we sang til tomorrow anyways // they caught our eyes as it ended raised their hands to clap but i turned quick away convinced our performance wasn't worth more than // the quiet glint of confid