no more

living, mourning, dying

i hope the trees are grown by the time i make it to the end of the road i hope my last breaths make them flow ill float with the birds in the sky ill hold you warm with the sun ill love you within the night tangerine, tangerine, tangerine i wont ever leave you let the crack in the road and the sunflower be proof of my everlasting love

the black wall

when youre a child theres a wall of light surrounding you and as you get older and the dirtier the wall becomes shadows start to appear and after so many years of the blinding darkness it brings and its ear piercing shreeks you start to piant the wall black you start to cover the hand prints of those who wronged you and the wounds imposed onto you so that all that is left is a black wall