winter.

i love the smell of winter, it reminds me of a time where everything was more than great. it feels fresh, clean, and gives this feeling safety ( don't ask me why). i start to remember songs i've seemed to forget. i start humming, start singing softly to myself and it all just goes away. the pounding headache, the sinking feeling, gone. its this feeling of winter.

i'm just

i'm just the mess that you created

but i'm not begging for your attention

tell me when you find the time

because sadly i've been losing mine.

with wasted words and minutes spent

forgetting what i thought was kept

and please don't ask me for my words

because your not ready for the truth.

untitled.

the air is growing thin

and once again im feeling like i can't breathe

my chest feels heavy

it just wont move.

my eyes fall weak once again

im not half as strong as i claim

im not where i want to be

my only peace is hidden in the moon

when the edges burr and smear

when it's unclear

in the sky

in the deep dark blackish blue.

in that feeling of winter

when the grass is wet

as it pokes my neck

laying there creating serenity.