loose.bolt

listening to an album i’ve loved for years but never got to share with you before you left. i don’t regret that. sick and tired of associating good music with bad people. tired of putting labels on things and situations that were never real. 

the way secrets shared under the safety of blankets are quick to fall from your lips when i’m not with you. friends quick to pick and choose where their loyalties lie and history dies. 

whatever. glasses are overrated