Sunny Dayhere I standin acid rainscolded by the ink that used to dance for meand run sleek down the paper.it now tells me of the boywho writes of cold blades, and cold bloodbecause everyone knowsyou will never be offered an umbrellaon a sunny day
Refined GraffitiThe Two KittensIt hurts.It was all she could think about. She hung her head for a second, but the fear of smashing into people made her raise it again. Her ears focused on the sound of her footsteps, in an attempt to ignore the cramp in her side. If there was no end, she could not keep going.Her legs moved a little faster.She rounded a corner and almost bashed into it as she did. Passing a small coffee shop, there was a quick impression of the people and colors inside before the scene was replaced yet again. It was a bicycle store. Now a bakery. A ‘For Rent’ space and a book store gave an empty and full feeling respectivel
I sended it to my boyfriend *giggle* hope you dont mind <3