soft pastel clouds, lonely whispers between lovers, and the sound of endless rainfall.
snow seeping through my coat until i’m freezing cold. and every day is just the fucking same, you know?
phone on silent. vibrating in my pocket. and whatever you’re asking, the answer will always be no.
breath against the car window. foggy finger-drawings of places we’ll never go.
wind on my cheeks. and the nightmares call. and i let my eyes. slip. closed.
Wrote this a while ago, on a really lonely night.