The night skys black and I'm awake lying on the ground. The grass beneath my feet is hard and cold just like I've come to be. The stars are gone behind the clouds and I can't see a thing.
Well, Today is the 15th. And you know what that means,. Time to sit and go through boxes of old pictures. See if I can bring myself to,. The brink of giving up,.
Nothing feels right. But my fake smiles paint pictures like everything's fine. Sheep like what they're told. So they've got spindles spinning bad songs into gold.