Kelsey Schroeder

mattcaplin:

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 birth

and all mess is just scattered beauty, lost to itself

Sometimes its nice to read depressing but deap writings accompanied with a reflective photo. I’m currently in that mood…