YOU ARE THE WHITE BLOOD CELL

I need to become more self dependent, because most people aren’t around when you need it.
Nothing is permanent.
No two people really ever feel the same way about things.
Or am I just in denial of the idea of everyone needs somebody?

Does everybody need somebody?

 

The backs of civilization to personal canvas
(We can’t see any further than ourselves)
Arbitrary thoughts are infinite.
I am empty and transluscent.

There is a bigger picture here
painted with long brush strokes of short thoughts;
of vivid landscapes and green meadows turned concrete

There’s always a you in the picture.
There will never be another you.

The gray mountaintops will crumble into ruins one day.

I am in the middle of a dying America
The rivers are folding into landfills
The birds stay stationary year round

The people still wave here, though.
Nervous smiles and outstretched hands are for personal protection
Keep hidden from your neighbors malicious intentions

The river has never seems so clear as today
The sky reflects eternity onto my face.

Years later a skyscraper is erected in my reflection.

The birds perch on the trees, the familiar scene
I am buried.
There will never be another me.

WELL.

Audition for Western tomorrow and stuff. MAD NERVOUS.

this is a hub for the shit that i don’t want to read on twitter or facebook. fuck, you guys probably give no shits about me either. 

I REMEMBER WHY STOPPED POSTING SONGS ON TUMBLR. NOBODY CARES.