notepad: pixels & tree pulp
that maple tree we sat under is still stubbornly green. maybe it's not just us people, and sometimes even the trees have trouble letting go. perhaps i'll meet you in winter- when there's nothing left to hold onto.
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and i'm turning off the flash
because i dont care if it's blurry
i just want it to be real
how things look right now
if only you could see
and i'm having another drink
because i dont care if it's blurry
i just want to live forever
in this song
this night
and i'm brushing off bits of eraser
because i dont care if it's blurry
i just want to delete the past
and carve out what will be
and i'm crying onto this paper
and i dont care if it smears
i dont care if in years
you see the outline of my tears
i just want it to be real