the maximum volume of my ipod is six decibels lower than my heart's ability to tune you out.
write //
you're my serendipity - i wasn't looking for you, i wasn't expecting you, but i'm very lucky i met you.
basecode // leen.
whose faith is a
sailor lost at sea.
It's been days,
months, years—hell, forever
since I last saw ground.
Does ground even exist
anymore?
I'm the one
whose hope is a
sinking ship.
All that's keeping me
afloat are bits of beliefs
and (pipe) dreams floating around.
Some days I feel dead
to everyone, but for
the most I
already am.
I'm the one
whose love put a hole in
the only vessel that
could ever keep me
afloat.
you're my serendipity - i wasn't looking for you, i wasn't expecting you, but i'm very lucky i met you.basecode // leen.
#5 @ 9.6.12
I'm the onewhose faith is a
sailor lost at sea.
It's been days,
months, years—hell, forever
since I last saw ground.
Does ground even exist
anymore?
Tonight, my skin is
paper thin. Hold me
close in the spaces where
you exhale and I begin
because I cannot find strength
in the dark.
I'm the one
whose hope is a
sinking ship.
All that's keeping me
afloat are bits of beliefs
and (pipe) dreams floating around.
Some days I feel dead
to everyone, but for
the most I
already am.
I am unable to
stand by myself on this
tilted, unsteady ground we
used to call home. And
that’s when I start to
lose, lose you,
lose me.
I'm the one
whose love put a hole in
the only vessel that
could ever keep me
afloat.
These letters start to
swim before my eyes and then
I see that there is
nothing at all. The
world does not
exist, time is but
a fable and you were
just a figment of my
imagination.
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