as helpless as a sunday

[_flashing_out]

im seventeen years old, and when my eyes are closed i see things that are greater than the big dipper on a clear night, or that little cluster of stars that looks like a question mark. we see it in november, holding hands, pure as moonlight, watching whispers dance over the blades of grass beneath our feet. but the words we walk on are our own.
im seventeen years old, and im working on the end of breaking down.

the words you walk on are your own.