there was pain, and there was sanity,god above, there,in a browncollected light,i was never much for experiencesthe love that feels for most, had never felt for me,the exploding friends at nightand the highlighted neonconversations that prove to be…

Oesophagus brewing up a burning for my chest, Knotting and kneading like a fist within my breast, Swallowing bile before it reaches my teeth, Harrowing smile tries to cover the grief. Itching, flinching, wishing I knew more Regard…