THEY JUDGE ME LIKE A PICTURE BOOK, BY THE COLORS, LIKE THEY FORGOT TO READ- LANA DEL REY

I'm the shadows on the walls, etched and dripping with sorrow. The person who you have and will never notice. I am the ears and the eyes, taking in my environment with every details. Truth to be told, I probably know more about you than my own self.

Like how you are oblivious to you dependency syndrome. Without anyone at your side you, my friend, is like ashes. Which are fragile to the wind. You care more what the other in front of you said than the one inside. The constant nibbling of your nails shows how the creature inside you want to go outside.

While me, I need to dig some more. Hopefully, for a little time.
  • IscrittoSeptember 29, 2016



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