Friendship thrown into a vast amount of pitfalls.

how many times are you going to leave it all hanging? will the words stop falling out of your mouth? will all of those syllables make any sense to you anymore? countless promises wasted on fast times. the purpose of that relationship was to make me grow and to make mistakes but the more i step inside the story, the more i feel like the whole thing was a mistake.


a bleak world full of clouds and monotonous tones. i cover my ears as the wave lengths from jupiter sound on the am side and i scream for help. what are you trying to do to me? the glare of the other cars leaves me in a state that is unreadable. tell me the story of the stars and tell me when theyll leave. the city lights blind them and theyve been showing for light years.


so many things take control and yet here i am writing. here i am pretending to be something im not. here i am trying to be a writer. you cant write. youre clever with your words. words can always have two different meanings. you know what you got. you have it. you dont know how to use it. stop pretending to be the epitome of a star. youll never get anywhere the tainted hopes that you carry in your head. you hold onto them like a stubborn child.



does this all make sense?