no, i mean a miracle
this song is quite ironic for me to be listening to.
so, i've been thinking a lot lately... about probably too many things... it all comes with not being able to sleep, and staring at the deadened walls above me, or the sinking floor below me... the spot i gaze out of on my window has been worn down somehow...
i want to get out of here. i don't know where i want to go though... but i'd be set as long as i brought along my sketchbook, two mechanical pencils, and three tubes of chapstick.
like art could save a wretch like me.