shoved a needle in my brain and now my head won't stop bleeding

"like back when we were young watching raindrops race through cold cold air. now we are older and demons race through our minds." there may be some triggers in here. be careful. purposefully lowercase.

my darling, how are you? how have you been, lately?

because sometimes words are like paint splatters; messy, chaotic and leaving their imprint on any canvas they come in contact with. but also full of life and colour, and just like a masterpiece, is capable of being interpreted in 7 billion different ways. #132 - 22/10

Emotions that go unexpressed and unnoticed, Those that lie deep within the folds of a beating heart, Spilt onto the cold floor as it changes shape, Taking the form of words, Words that speak a thousand emotions.