Eating my feelings away with a hefty Nutella sandwich. . .
Personal Quote: Art is not a matter of skill; It is an aquired hinderence
AshThe air sighed deep, heavy, billowy, almost depressed sighs. Everywhere, everything was coated in fine chalky ask, like layers of dust that had gathered over the earth. Some even hung in the air, seeming to hang in some sort of Limbo, suspended in time… It had almost seemed like the day the world ended, time just…stood still…Ash by ~DrunkAnt
In the midst of it all, somewhere, two people dragged their feet through it, kicking up more fine ash into a hazy limbo. They both wore heavy boots, thick coats, and something wrapped doubly thick over their faces, so as to provide some means of ventilation from the fine ash, and close-fitting sunglasses, more for keeping ash out of their eyes than sunlight.
The man was tall and his coat made him look very large. He walked to the right of the girl. She was significantly smaller than the man. In addition to her heavy coat and sunglasses, she had a very worn beanie snug over her head. All colour from the
Good Enough... for YOU.As I sit here cradling the blade in my hands
Treasuring the moments I wish that I had
I can't stop growing more lost and confused
I can't stop thinking... am I good enough for you?
As I sit here, wrapping the rope around my neck
No one will understand a meaning so complex
I simply can't stop thinking about it somehow
Thinking, am I good enough for you now?
As I sit here, pulling the trigger on the gun
I think, maybe I was never meant for "the one"...
goes the bullet.
For when I think it through...
I really won't ever be good enough for you.