stolen

how did we forget
how we felt about this world
about how much she loved us
about the reason why you left us
we knew it would come to this boiling point
horizons of parallels
dust, smoke, dusk
we found what we had loved
dead below
how did we forget to say we loved you

i hate this city

sinks into the sea

california has become such a place of hype and jackassery.

fuck you, morning sun.

seven million

im 6 numbers away
5 in the morning, i still cant sleep
4 months ahead, i tried to plan it
in reality, it'll take 3 years
2 if i am lucky
why do you have to be the one for me.

titles.

i: rest.
with this is motion blur
you'd stay in each frame
each one,
trails to the beginning
of our first night
our hour.
minute.
second chance.

ii: developed,
it came to be.
the world.
when i was little
i remembered the time.
it wasn't 3:19.
i was happy.

iii: slumber
i left this all on the shelf.
who would of thought i'd look at this again.
years of dust, collected on digital calligraphy.
blowing it off, wouldn't only be the time to remember,
but also the time i ruined my dust collection.
as i read this, over and over,
i can't think of anything else that has made more of an impact on my life.
wether it be good or bad, i was able to feel.
i'll just put you back where you belong.
maybe i will be able to have the honor of blowing off the years i forgot once again.
our first night.
rest.