Nightlife,

and she was beautiful

and vibrant

and most of the time

a riot

but what i think

you’ll truly never know

secrets to keep

i understand alone

seldom asleep

so when a dream comes along

comatose

never wake me up

i guess my mistake was, i saw you as memories. i must’ve forgot that there was still more of you to remember.

wisdom can be taught, but it can only be learned

the world is littered in gold, you just gotta know where to find it

fuck off. if you have money to waste on blaze you have money to donate. if you have money to waste and to blaze you have money to donate twice.

Honestly you’re completely right. I really don’t have the money to waste for things like this. I would rather donate to something useful. In my mind I thought that spreading knowledge or awareness would be more beneficial, because if I can change just a few people’s minds, then that itself is going to promote just as much change as would a donation. I would say somewhat even more valuable. Sure if I donate somewhere I can help feed someone or house someone, which I definitely want to do. But if I can shape the minds of the future, then maybe we have a fighting chance at survival in general. And you don’t know me, and I don’t know you. You don’t know what I do everyday to help my community. I’m no president, no spokesman, I’m just a normal human being just as much as you, that wants good things to happen to the people in their life. And if you don’t want that, I’m sorry. Thank you for expressing yourself, I’ll take your words into consideration. Good luck to you.

her skin is cold, our fingers fold

and i hold her in my eyes

as she moans

“you saved me”

she wrote

empty my mind

cloudy high

i was lying

when i said i was fine

i can no longer hide it

just me and my regrets now

feelin heavy in my chest now

you saw my worst, can i show you my best now?

let down those walls around your heart

take me back to the start

take me back to the start

beginning to feel,

don’t wanna survive,

my body is here,

i’m losing my mind,

my mind.

why do i try?

should i forgive?

your touch was a lie,

but you touched me still,

still.

memories

the only possession we truly retain

when other things leave us

we grasp on to what remains

to strip you from your memory

the ultimate theft

a sentence worse than death

miss u papa

i can truly see the beauty in everything. even the ugly. even the impossible.