#everycloudatsea

[everycloudatsea]

i want my eyes to be all you see, a symptom of the comedown you feel. The High Is Gone. rushes revert to nausea like when I felt those butterfly wings catch fire, eventually dwindling down to dust in the acids of my belly where I degest that sick feeling I get when I see you who did you think you were.. why haven’t you realized what you are? That high is gone.