we fumble... we sway... we stumble.... we play.

the thoughts that consume me are all consuming. too much on the plate... always a little bit scared. I find myself dancing alone to terrible music on repeat... trying out new moves with every chord progression. I miss the times when the world took a bite out of me but didn't leave those pointy little shark teeth in the flesh like it does now. 
The sun rises tomorrow to find me vigilant and waiting for the corruption of the night...


where i will snore so loud it will make the heavens quiver.








Goodnight ;)




Captain PirateFace