slow loris

måndag igen.









idag var det söndag och jag gick utan strumpor i skorna.
och jag hörde fågelsång tidigt på morgonen.









"ruins of december"
i captured a moment
a brief split second before the dawn
clarity
i am the ender of things
the maker of destruction
hence, i sit and watch as my world crumbles
ruins of december
ruins of november
i fear tomorrow
the same thing i feared today
i was nothing to begin with
i'll leave with nothing
ruins of december
ruins of july
we just kept on holding hands 'cause it was all doomed anyway