when you find great sadness, that moment. that moment right there is when you know you’re alive. and the past was nothing but a dream.

this place decays like sugar upon teeth. everyday i lose a little. i knew you once. i held you, i learnt you. you were a typewriter, writing the world up into little specks of light through the souls of my porcelain skin. my eyes spill inc. i hold my hand and count. every second i lose a number. listing entire worlds and to everything that makes breathing bearable. 'BING!, saved by the bell!' empty cupboards, the very moment before you close your eyes, yearning for the sun, blank pages waiting for the scrabble numbers of an unsettled mind. sometimes i regret that i keep you here. this place decays. this place. this place.

-always always R.