16
Aug
Sometimes its nice to read depressing but deap writings accompanied with a reflective photo. I’m currently in that mood…i close my eyes to all light and listen to the sounds
there is only darkness and a hushed whispering wind
the dull desperate thud of a heart beating dead alive
pulsing blood singing dulcet sea songs in my ear
and from inside, i hear old air pushing past dry flesh as i cough
a sick sound
i am new but broken since birthand all mess is just scattered beauty, lost to itself







