cast a stone into the delves of my heart. white noise, yet with silence so deafening.
a skeleton, still and white, caught unaware. the nostalgic smell of hotel rooms, bringing you back to someplace thousands of miles away.
innocence, like black and white. now pictures painted grey. a silent song, with birds tricked into morning.
drip drop drip drop, and the smell of rain. sit in a corner, wrapped in a hoodie, and watch the world pass by.
no explanations, no hesitations.
p.s i would like to walk through walls, one day.
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