70 mph when it should've been 55

[flymetopolaris]

But I arrived before the sunrise

A little emptier, a little more drained
with my face in the pillowcase
tangling my anxiety inside these twisted sheets
you ask me questions which I try to reply
through uneven breathing and E.S.P.
My coffee colored locks like a curtain,
hiding in my dark shade

My dreams were infected last night
I woke up doing the same thing I did while falling
asleep...