you're fucking me up

There is no easy way to say this,

but could coming back ever be so simple?

I've stared at myself for what seems like a life time

of my moments; trying to piece the bits together:

his eyes, and my old door.

I left for a while. I'll have to explain later.

Tybalt might not come back.

you are what happens when two substances collide.




























and by all accounts, really should've died

a place to be

where did I go?

not sure.

Where am I now?

Well that's something I'm certain of.

do snails realise how stupid only having one foot is?

there was nothing

There was a moment

when tybalt left,

when she went somewhere even I couldn't go,

I couldn't understand, I wouldn't understand

she's back now, and I'm not the same.

autumn is here
i can smell the leaves