(no subject)
walkin through with the snow in my boots
i look around and there isn't even a face in the darkened windows.
no acknowledgment, no positive nor negative.
just that absence is my friend, always there.
caring not even for me, but there.
when i wake up in the morning all i really seem to consistently do
is stare.
every drive, every thought.
no one but me and my friend absence.
with my mind, my heart, where did they go under the winter clothes.
making plans for myself,
and never with others, at least that's not how i originally planned it.
lights off in my room, nothing really planned to do.
feeling sorry is easy when its the one thing you never plan to do.
thug life
i look around and there isn't even a face in the darkened windows.
no acknowledgment, no positive nor negative.
just that absence is my friend, always there.
caring not even for me, but there.
when i wake up in the morning all i really seem to consistently do
is stare.
every drive, every thought.
no one but me and my friend absence.
with my mind, my heart, where did they go under the winter clothes.
making plans for myself,
and never with others, at least that's not how i originally planned it.
lights off in my room, nothing really planned to do.
feeling sorry is easy when its the one thing you never plan to do.
thug life