If I'm not here, I'm wandering out in nature, collecting rocks and odd things, listening to a Linkin Park or Death Cab For Cutie album, trying to keep my head above water... |
I always equated sadness to sound,
the sorrows of a songbird, the pain of a...
I thought I wrote a poem about it already,
but as I'm flipping through your pages...
I don’t remember much of last year
(except hospitals and hardships...
I still feel
the profound sadness...
What does it mean to be a tourist
in your own body, in a vessel...
could i have prevented you |
I just needed you to believe in me |
I tried calling out to you, |