i’ll meet you
…there.
…there.
“you’ve got two things against you: one is desire the second is memory”
i fill my head with noise leaving no space for thoughts of her
vanishing | like | an ink | stain | down the plughole |
like | an ink | stain | down the plughole | |
an ink | stain | down the plughole | ||
an ink | stain | |||
stain |
no one taught me the dangers of trying to find happiness on tree tops.
as if you were at the end of the freeway
as if the rain could cleanse all that shouldn’t be.