chelseli

New york city’s lights flash and flicker through the pouring rain, splashing heavily on the concrete in front of the train station, on the station’s walls, graffiti shouts at him, loud and angry written in black and colors, useless questions hoping t

This town has 100 ways of tearing you apart and the street signs stole them all and forced them down your hollow throat. I have already told you this but you continue to drown me out.