~my mind ina blog~
16/selfish/stoned/looking for peace
the birds

methsauce:

She laid her head
down
on my stomach and
rapped
on my ribcage,
“This cage is not for ribs,
but for birds.”

But my lungs
don’t
provide fresh air,
the acid boiling
in the
pit of me
would burn its feathers
and
my heart has long since
been void of anything
suitable
for a home.

I want to tell her this,
but instead
I kiss the fingers
woven into
my own,
not wanting to
scare off
the first bird
to make a nest
of my
bones.

s.r.


"For the last seven years we have experienced more than what we expected to in a lifetime. We owe it all to you, because this band was for you. Our heroes… It’s time to close the book on this chapter." [x|x]
pixography:

Mark Bryan ~ "The New Normal"