run for this

Just let me love you. Let me show there's no deeper despair than falling without no one to let us know that the world stills complete, only our hearts are broken, only despair is real. Ours. But there's hunger, there's war, there's death and we still can't control hearts bleeding.
Let me show you the world, let me show you're fortunate enough to feel it, 'cause you're here, and without grass, without tons of dark stones, and magnificient walls of sand the world keeps itself spinning wether you like it or not. The world can't wait for you. But I will, and if we must we'll keep running until we'll catch that sunset again with the world on our shoulders.

there's hate like roses, there's panic, a room of panic, a panic room. I'm exausted, so tired, so drowned in a hundred beds of silk sheets, with spiders, with you. Panic rooms, empty of you, full of me.

I'm so tired of my life. Every day my skin thinks she's capable of absorving a new cool brise, but that ideal is foolish, it's a terrible ideal for those who dream higher than this passion for you. god, sacrifice all the shit a human heart cannot heal, because I want to scream and I dare not. I just want to go home.


the land of the free, and the home of the brave.