It was really, really grey

(via saveasdraft)

I see growing desperation in your eyes
and sadly I'm not that guy, we are no where and its now
and we can't go back.

That cloud, left hand side, above the mountain.

Stuck owing a faceless machine, unable to make change becasue im tethered to a minium payment.

Benumbed, stopping at the mighty river where there were further excuses for delaying the inevitable moment before plunging back into life

the born, sworn friend of solitude