Been writing in the real journal lately. Paper and ink. Hey Ryan, how did you get yourself turned so inside out?
This city feels like a lull. In weather, in love, in time, in life.
I can love you in hour increments, and I can give/take all your problems back/away. But the only thing that stays constant is me wanting to be bright enough to blind you.
HGW and Ashtrays from the local track. That line is just for us.
Think of all of the love I have behind my eyelids waiting for you to wake up. Thanks to all the forever kids who have stuck by my side. Dream fast. Wish hard. I got the Tootsie Pop with the Indian shooting at the Stars.
TrueEffinLove
