fear of what is present
fear of what is to come
being far too fond of how life used to be
blurs of long blond hair prance behind my eyelids when i lay down to rest
it is my own
although it is not loud
music occupies the background
i had it better back then
though i'd had never guessed
withdrawals of the past pin me to my own bed
words for fragile souls // po...
By vaudka
for the delicate and breakable. More