Breath - Blog Posts
The English
Streetlights changing
Shooting me into the past
Watching small raindrops collect
While I cannot collect my thoughts
Making it look like the glass is chipping
Until the windshield glasses over in a mosaic
Feeling the cold slipping in but I don’t mind
Feeling a shiver creep up my back
Reminding me of you
I take a breath
And I grab my bag and pretend that I'm putting on my armor
Suiting up
To go riding on a drunken horse, slipping on mud
While holding my breath underwater
And the English have longbows
It’s raining arrows that point me in the wrong direction
This is night
This is what I wanted
Now that I have it
I miss the struggle
Life Goes On
Breathe
I tell myself as I want to leave
But right now I don’t know how
I have been stuck
In a little bit of a rut
And my hatred for fakes Grew to the size of lakes
It feels like I'm playing a game
That doesn’t have any aim
I'm curious which is why I play
While I keep my feelings at bay
I have become tired of hiding behind doors
And metaphors
Frozen in mid breath,
Sitting before death
The reaper scares me no longer
Not because I've become stronger,
But because I've become scared of going on as life does
Just because
Poster for a Kingston University print sale in trendy old Shoreditch.
I want to breath!
Mike was here. Mike has gone. Mike, please, come back! Mike! Miiiiike!
10??? Cool ig? I mean, I like swimming so either that helped me get there or will help me to swim.
I got 4 and almost died
I inhale lemon.
A sweet breath
That ushers in my sleep,
So then i waver
Into a state
Filled with nothing
Except the scent
Of tangerine dreams.