Friday, February 25, 2011

quiet
peaceful

i only hear the trains honking and cars passing by, and it calms me. lets me gather my thoughts.. my cloudy, non-collective feelings. cars passing by again, calms me again. somehow i've grown attached to this attic i'm in. i've decorated my marks on the walls. the pinkness, the flower-patterened comforter, the lantern in my little alcove. innocence from inside... maybe i've poured myself out on the walls that nothing remains inside, aside from traces of vodka, nicotine, and despair.

empty.
quiet.

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