Exile

“I doubt reality”

Burned pages and words

Black and now useless

I can write



“Nothing I’ve done is worth a motherfuck”

I don’t want to stay the same

In consideration

I hate this place so much

Can we just get that bit closer to dreams that we can touch?

Can we just fucking go tonight?

Is that asking too much?



“Too young, too ignorant to be right”

Turn to warnings

They won't turn away

Forget your fucking writing, saying “I don’t even care”

And then, like a pebble

Coming out of a ripple and back into your hand

The cracks of the past slowly dissappear

And you'll be a stranger in a strange land