i made a lot of mistakes

i made a lot of mistakes the song he sang said

an old home, i would know in the future. Vanish,

please. mastering the mask, put this sting in




A big, new, blurry

rage. i made a lot of mistakes. and that made me feel better, don’t ask why.

burn, fuck it, i like

to be


comes the terrible pleasure.

A city of



secrets. A friend

always mine.

open road

Leaving in order to forget. The same gloaming infiltrating the molecules of this heart. So the road welcomes me with open arms, but not with warm wind. Needing to destroy, hushed. There’s a defiance, finally from within. Recording the light and struggling to remember. To create is to paint in black and white.