TatteredShadows

he was born in september, and he died in the fall. he traded the stars for cigarettes and memories for madness, because there was something about the way she looked at him that tore out his heart and left it suffocating on the rotten railroad tracks a few miles south of the river. he could hold his breath in his hands, but he never in his life managed to catch it. he lived through the eyes of still-life photographs, because he refused to let reality pass him by as it did the days they spent entwined together like satellites and the night sky. he looked upon her face with tunnel vision, but the light he found in the end was just another tr

You need to weigh your words, yet you are unable catch them. Words can hurt, yet you are incapable of feeling them Words can be seen, heard, even touched. They leave behind a taste but once said they're lost. Words are everything and nothing Harmful and soothing Certain and meaningless Words are us Words are human