cold sweat

[luna_lorien]

sometimes i feel like all the walls and doors are gone when no one is here and i'm laying in a bed in one enormously cold room. and there is something so desperately fucking tragic about the sound of birds on early spring mornings. my throat has opened up at the back of my mouth and i've become this huge windpipe creating a vacant pain that tears away at my genius.

i always wake up on the brink of insanity from just being alive.