18.
watch the city die and come back to life. or sleep and wake again. I guess its all just a matter of perspective. tired eyes alibis and this feeling I cnat describe. my heart feels so heavy and my head so light. I see the way they look at me, but somewhere along the way I've grown numb to it. gaze. glare. shift. stare. the eyes have it. "they csall kids like us vicious and carved out of stone." the doctors and my mom both say I need sleep. I say I need to feel alive. to die and be born again. rsvp to my funeral. its gonna be a party yall. I want you to write my obituary. something poetic. something bigger than I can handle. speed up. slow down. concrete me. "but for what we've become we just feel more alone."
--kaceyrochelle
--kaceyrochelle