i have to write when i’m like this. my mind isn’t boxed up in nicely kept walls. it spills over ceilings and pours down the hallways and into every room i hide in. all of this is a bunch of bullshit. i know nothing about life, but i see more than ever. i’ll call you on my way to sin city, but i think you care too much to let me be just your friend. you don’t answer. it’s too close. so i’ll just let this air blow thru my windows. and the smell of summer makes me want to fall into a million pieces. where i am right now.. i feel like i’m the silence in the center of a tornado; madness swirling all around me, but i sit still in the mess of it all and there’s nothing but peace where i am. i watch everything get torn to shreds around me, but somehow nothing touches me.  and this tornado loves you.  my arms and legs feel a little lighter tonight. my heart reacts to your every word and somehow everything you say rips my skin right off.

airplanes//local natives