sugary dreams with lemon wallpaper
white flowers and cups of coffee
some love letters
a handful of crimson
strawberry scented hair
melodic voice lost to the air

Everyday is just as awful as the last. i am handcuffed to this damn thing. What am i ever going to do? My only hope is that i'll leave for a while and come back to find all feelings obliterated and i will be able to move on to another obsession. My life exists within a box right now and to it i am confined.