Sometimes on my daily drive to school I would imagine what places I would find if I just kept driving, driving, driving. Would there be a serene country covered in rolling, green hills, slightly stylized like the ones you see in paintings? Would the sky always be a pleasant blue, openly accepting my clouds of [...]
Lately, you’ve been breaking so beautifully: with your shattered-soul starlets illuminating my lonely, aphotic nights; with your vivid splashes of red adding magnificence to my achromatic days; with your sweet-burning dreams radiating warmth to my apathetic heart; with your melodious, agonized cries infusing life into my so anemic self. (I love to see you die.)