once I was seven years old and in need of steel body armour because everything hurt so much, I decided I’d be my mum’s saviour and once I was fourteen years old angry, and hurting and hiding then I was seventeen years old I resorted to non-stop fighting myself, my body and my mind I kept the excuses closeand the pain even […]
the sunset reflects deep pink on the clouds I’ve got cheap shoes on and the need to breathe out there is a kind of magic, to the hills the air they give and how all inside me stills the last colours fade out but they remain behind my eyes and when I choke on life,
adventure awaits in every inhale, the chirping of the birds it waits in sore muscles and dirty feet in freeing smiles and the pain you endure adventure begins when you relax your shoulders, sit back regard the world with childlike curiosity when it’s the flowers that keep your heart intact adventure is a
when the days are cold and your scars all show you take a deep breath and let it go look your ghosts in the eye let them in; don’t let them win you’re older now, stronger happier within be where the halls are old and the rooms are dark good days you’ve spent
I think I grew up a little bit punk always running, believing I could, as long as I believed I’d not run out of luck throw open my chest just to flood the world always running to the soundtrack of thunderclouds fight club, spite club, anger rot between our teeth faded yellow apathy rolls
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