Futur sucks

Futur sucks
What it used to be before our cellular lives

samedi 1 août 2015

Before I go.

I'm always nostalgic before a trip. I think of all the things I said will do but ended up not doing. I think of the one I'm falling for. Of my demons, and angels, and all the weird creatures stuck in my head and between my mind and my notebook. But most of all, I just look at the clock ticking as I feel my heart beating.
Once again, the only "retouched thing) is the black and white effect.

I'm sorry I'm not smiling.

Here's my ticking clock.
So because Idk (I love to write those letters down together, makes me feel like a new sort of me, the cool one probably) where the clothes come from, I can't tell (thanks Captain Obvious). All I can say/write is that the T is one of my ex's and the pants are from my mom (once again).

Hope you wrote a song today (because writing a song is such a great form of catharsis),