Jan 23, 2016
my life starts at the sunset the sunrise is the last thing i remeber all the bright colours hurt my eyes so orange, yellow, red, blue, violet, green my hair is a mess
i have no name, no past, no future, no present why can't i care? maybe i should eat maybe i should eat less and sleep the rainbows are just old memories black and white and grey
am i allowed to just smoke my life away? they wouldn't be happy no
maybe if i just ate enough bright things warm oranges and soft apples maybe it could make me happy from the inside? just so that i could summon the willpower to be here, to try again?
oh, i see it's another sunrise again
