a past summer regression gone wrong

Its so fucking dark again, the night and the silence are trying to steal me

max went home, he had one to go to where someone loved him best of all,

Morrissey couldnt because it wasnt his home anymore.

im more of the second then the first.

when blogs crash so do the dams of my writers block and the thoughts come flooding in.

the tides wont stop turning even to catch your tears.

This beds aching for second to fill up the space thats been occupied so many times over

dont let the wind catch you saying anything, come on bathroom girl

pull the curtains and turn on the water, wash the pain off and carry on dreaming

I know this hurts, it was ment to