Mindfull.too many thoughts, and too little time to straitjacket each one.
wonderment.
Untitled 1 The bus halts as a mother wearily pushes her pram across the road. A woman in her early thirties, she has the look of someone twice her age. Red-faced and agitated, she has a slow gait and a hunched back; her hair whipping around her face in the icy winter breeze.Untitled 1
The bus shudders back to life, and the weather-beaten woman disappears from view. Heaving a sigh, I fiddle with my Ipod, and turn the volume up. Shutting my eyes from the blur of bleak scenery outside, I lean my head on the window pane, and settle down for a twenty minute bus
gold flake paintand we sit here. quietly, on the shore, the boundless sight of the world stretching and rolling ahead of us. we're wasted. so entirely off our faces in this desolate town where stories of broken homes haunt every one of our shadows, the silhouettes of dreams crushed to infinite shards; impossibly incurable. this place reeks of everything stale; of curdled milk, soggy newspapers and acid rain. it's a fucking miracle we're still here, he says, lazily watching the waves crash and recoil, recoil and crash. unrelenting and intent for breakdown. arent we all.gold flake paint
and we drink some more. it's 4a.m and the sun turns over in its sl
Bemused
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