august 27
1.46 am
Stay up late with broken minds
No text from you but I'll be fine
it's storming right now. your favourite kind of weather. if you were awake, and we could talk, you'd tell me to call when i got scared. but i'm a big boy. i have to get over my fears. you'd be so worried if you knew what i got up to. standing out in the streets, being out in the middle of major thunder storms. i could die but that doesn't concern me. i suppose i'm a little reckless sometimes. i don't know. i find it soothing. there's something about being in empty places where there's no man made sound. it's special i guess.
I fall asleep with ocean eyes
I say no words like a midnight mime
YOU ARE READING
Letters to a Boy
Non-Fictionthese are open letters to a boy who means a lot to me but i can't contact him right now ↬ lowercase intended ↬ content of letters will vary, some may be triggering ↬ please keep in mind that this is not fictional; i will be using nicknames tho...
