back to my old ways. here to revisit the places that seem to fit in my hands so perfectly. And (I’m not sure but) I think I’ll be back again.

set the stage
drop to the ground.
surroundings fall away.
swallowed in darkness.
i no longer look for you around the corner but it the alleyways of my mind. i know i'm not the greatest believer or anything and i shouldn't be asking you this, but please, take care of me. i’ve fit all apologies, past experiences and bottles into an envelope to send to you. Judging by the sickening feeling buried deep within me, it is going to be a long time before that envelope is ever opened. i don't know if it will work, and some might call me a crazy bastard for doing it for a kid who may not even remember me, but it gives me hope, and that's all that matters. i breathe with my lungs, not my heart. it’s things like that, that get you down (in more ways than one) two year anniversary with bad habits. being an insensitive prick and handling situations in the worst way possible. see you next year. we are new hearts in old towns, but (some/no)thing else.

all i know about breaking hearts is from all the old western movies i watch. fuck im sorry. two hearts grown cold away from br(e)aking, one shining heart away from making it (or somewhere i’ve never been) whatever you see in me, I don’t. but i like to believe it. if endings are all that matter please tell me this wont turn out like all the others.

yesterday an envelope on the counter designed, mixed and set off an hmx inside of me. (in all good ways but one)

haveheart