pinkhairwut

I can feel my tears falling in vain, this isn't art. Look to the sun and tell me you don't feel your a pain or an ache deep in your gut. Today I'm lost and I know it. I'm old like the leaves that died 18 years ago. The world is cooling down, we're all so cold now. How could Vanity itself be spoken of as an art? Should you trust what you are comprehending day by day? Time can't wait now and I've got to do something. I'm just making things worse I'm forcing me down.