MUSIC

it is storming and I’m full of soft yeses 

Swim Deep // She Changes The Weather

And I’m so damn scared of dying without you But I’ve come prepared Resolved for my life to wear a funeral suit. And don’t lie, don’t lie I know we’re fixing to die.

But we’ll make only quick decisions, and you’ll just keep me in the waiting room, and all the while I’ll know we’re fucked, and not getting un-fucked soon. When we get home we’re bigger strangers than we’ve ever been before. You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor.

Now and again it seems worse than it is, but mostly the view is accurate. You see your breath in the air as you climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment. And you sink in your chair, brush the snow from your hair and drink the cold away. And you’re not really sure what you’re doing this for but you need something to fill up the days. a few more hours