r3stinp3aces

[r3stinp3aces]

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

[r3stinp3aces]

searching wisdom through vamoosing a setting where the undesirable seek to rot. leaving in absence while my tongue still favors you through your ill will. apprehensive tendencies led you astray as i transpire amicably abroad

[r3stinp3aces]

longing for something way back when I had it in me. a sense of gratifying escapism with a touch of midnight winds. existing with a purpose, living with a caution.

[r3stinp3aces]

how will u learn when you only seek familiar paths? there’s a warmth on this corner but there’s hope in the unfamiliar

[r3stinp3aces]

Bmike drop

[r3stinp3aces]

it won’t matter 6ft under the surface