mitchblummer
The boy who runs away is bound to do it again and again. After running away once it becomes ingrained in you and becomes your immediate thought for escape. Is it going tough? runway.
Staring at the flat ceiling above me and the white paint that covers it. I wish it dripped or melted even if I was strangled and asphyxiated by it but it's dry, its constant. Though nothing lasts forever, it'll chip someday.
the baker starts at 2 when counting, its the same amount but he's snorted too much flour and syrupy beer I'm trying to break the distance but its dozens of lightyears away, connection - that is.