sometimes I feel like I could walk on the sun sometimes I feel like even moving a finger would be too much
It’s not you. It’s anyone. Sometimes I don’t want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room.
This year I only want to be around the people that love me, not the people that pretend they do.
sitting on the bed of a lonely motel room, it’s all dark but the moonlight makes the floor shiny blue. empaty parking lots and woods in the distance. I am trasparent. a thousand stars locked outside the window. I miss you