Bejegyzések

The grey in this city is too much to bare

it's been the ruin of many poor souls

The Blackest Day

my friends are up in mountains and i'm drowning in lakes

So I let it go, let it go

It feels like we are slowly dying

feels like a long time since I was free

let me grow dark or cold

Yosemite

Mary prays the rosary for my broken mind

Then everything was fine