high and dry
not much matters so long as i can stay quiet. i keep the things that i live for hidden. the best thing that you ever had. i can't help but fall from this point on. breathing life through these photographs doesn't work. it's hard to say what's real. i always followed this through. every second thought brought this down. things said never bonafide. i wish thoughts would just unravel because i don't understand. when this is in my blood i don't have to remember