Flesh.

my heart is beating too much for my shallow chest to contain it.

wanna do some blow man?

fuck you, im tireeeeed.

it was true, the way the orange, yellow and red hues, shot acorss the treetops made the sun look as if it was wounded, and bleeding.

i ran along the shores of the river, along the banks. it was ok, but i was kind of tired.

heartbeats pressing against your chest, as you beat upon it with your hands.

i hold this sand in my hands, to let me know not to take anything for granted, i let the sand slip out of my palm to let me know how things fall.

i dont need to see words slip out of your lips, or see the cold november air catch them. i need one thing, promised to me from you. and that is you.

i have these bows in my quiver, i shall keep my heart from devouring yours.