Gray Is a Lovely Color.

I want to draw a skeleton, distorted and vomiting, dark words come from its mouth in different sizes and boldness, that's how I feel, that’s all this is, that’s how I see the world. Blackness spit from lifeless beings.

I’m tired. I’m tired of feeling the way I do every day when I remember you.

He died, and I knew him.

I feel like there is a black hole in my stomach when i hear of what you do. I want to protect you but I can't. I want to know you'll be ok. I know you will be but that's not enough. I want to shove you all under my wings but there are too small to keep you locked in.

my lungs are filled with air but throat burns and swells with the words I can't seem to say. I want nothing more than for you to hear them but that's not what you need. Life is pathetic in a beautiful way. I hate it, but I love it.

I’m sickened by myself...

sickened?

 I could’ve just said I don’t like myself.

 Why do I feel the need to use such big words? ….Why do I even bother writing this stupid blog? All it does is make people laugh and give them a look into my life with vocalization required. But I guess laughing is a good thing, I love to laugh and I love not talking… I like blogging. Go ahead and laugh and read, I don’t mind.  

There should be a word for love and hate. I believe it’s possible to see gray and be just fine.

Gray is a lovely color.