because.Dear Somebody, does the sky make you cry?It is always changes colors and it makes me wonder what the world would look like if cars were double the normal size and skyscrapers were twice as tall would the sky still look the same? It makes me sad sometimes, because it makes me think of being alone. But the sky can also be beautiful and make fingers twitch.me&city.I hear you. although the sky will always be bigger than I can imagine, walking around the city frightens me, because it's like the tall buildings are trying to block out the sky, and they tower so high over my head, I'm scared they'll fall right on top of me. But the sky is alway
air that mattershe has dragon tattoos and a staple holding together his tongue.Storm-grey eyes seeing the world in raindrop transparencies and smoke-clouded faces.he hears metal and rock in the whisp of the wind and tastes arsenic in every drink, brain clogged with numbness and fuzzy-thought-slippers as the room spins and leaves his heart gasping.``for airfor more.and everyone looks the same,except her, and the ways her emerald eyes move,because when he glances in the mirror,he sees only demons, but when he's with her, he can almost make him shine like gold wind in the sunbut the world isn't rainbows and he's chugging alcohol by the tankloa
equilibriumWalking along rows of crystalline glass spherestwirling swirling s w o o s h i n g with snow drifting down;Spinning the century-old CD player round and around. It is c r e a k i n g with mysteries and secrets trying to get out of ruby rouge lips left unsaid& buried under a thousand feet of snowwe are the equilibrium generationwithout feelings we are j u s t ---;;a clock ticking into eternitya hallow heart beating towards death"why do you live? What makes you think you are alive?"life holds no meaningwithout f
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