Dripping~

speeding up to the ninth cloud, tossing stones at shells. thou captures my dainty attention, circles transforms into triangles - so simple, it makes the perfect amount of sense. 

freeform mornings, writings on the wall. without a prescence gives peace in my world, though, the missing stands. waiting at the window, too many memories collide. stay inside where its safe, i said i'm done, and i'm in too deep. 

silhouette of my cigarette in the wind, levitation at its finest. remember, its my way even if its a crash course.