An uphill struggle to hold integrity and boldly believe in something so important that is seen to so many others as trivial. People like myself. People who I fight for. Belittled for holding little privilege. discouraged from being courageous. Feeling like a failure for attempting to make sure those like me will never feel like they’ve failed.
every clumsy breath lost from my ears that does more than dishearten me and every fold in my sheets that grows deeper with the passing of time that you are still not here, only brings closer your return when the heat of your body will be all I need to warm the bitter edge that creeps further into my skin, and the depth of your smile will be all I need to take me home again.
Please come home.
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fuck my life