a bedtime story for a very tired, incoherent redhead

[telleroflure]

once upon a time, there was an idealistic little boy. and he ended up where most every idealistic little boy ends up after years of trying... alone.

and every day, where he once saved words of love, an all too familiar voice grows louder by the second: "save your tears. mourn when you're 30, and he no longer cares."

feel it
(tick-tock)
(tick-tock)
like clockwork