Everything is blue,His pills,his hands,his jeans, And Now i’m covered in the colors, pull apart at the seams. but, Everything is gray, his hair, his smoke, his dreams, and now he’s so devoid of colors, he doesn’t know what it means.
I’m Back People, I just Needed to take a break.
My Grandma Died and i couldn’t bear having to deal with that and with tumblr at that moment, but I’m Back Now I guess.













