thewhiteroseturk
Why are there people in the world who hurt? Displaying with such ferocity they are watching my blood run through my veins. That crippling shatter of bones when you leave with them. I have wiped my brow many times with hands painted red. And dug my nails into the apple of my cheeks. Please don't leave with them. Please.
Everything seems distant today. From my friends warmth to my own fingertips touching the sides of a coffee mug. This must be loneliness. That is all that It can be. To run through these ideas with so little feeling hurts.