I had a friend who changed his name
but couldn't change himself.
Never quite figured out
how to do with what life had dealt.
He put a needle in his arm
to calm his handsome hell.
who would have imagined it could've worked out so well?
Now he's a shape that moves like echoes through my empty room.
And there's a voice that speaks like someone's right behind me.
I turned around and found exactly what you would expect.
Clothes I left on my floor.
The papers piled on my desk.

Face full of fickled fucked Forest faces

After a few days of really cleaning my head out...the human scull hisses when broken....
i went walking tonight a bright light of blood pumping converstaions in the right directions.
i walked to the trees they were everywhere with faces they moved as i moved. but only in the darkness
they were not scray only told me that things move sometime when they move something different comes something beautiful....
dumbest blog ever im so fucking tired i might shoot myself.........

im okay i took a deep breath today.
I'm okay