it is withering, i keep trying. stay, stay, i sigh, hold me longer, make me live, i cry. the only constant remaining is the road to awe. and maybe cigarettes.
va dormir, oublie, laisse le sommeil te liberer pour un peu de tes demons.
he just called me, crying, saying he'd never leave, telling me not to be afraid. telling me he was done feeling nothing all the time. but you should have seen his eyes earlier, like the spark had died behind them. i don't know anymore.