october thirty first at seven ten p.m.
lost in a city of empty criticism

another disapointment, another chip off this disintegrating heart. it's getting hard to grasp this feeling now, but i've never been able to wrap my hands around it, and each day longer it seems further away. and with each new person i meet, and each new pair of eyes i look into, i wonder it they'll be the one who changes everything.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
ate pm - 2013-01-09
2012-12-02 - 2012-12-02
won a.m. - 2012-11-16
long cold nights - 2012-10-30
drowned dreams - 2012-10-30

lame