bryan greenBroken DaysI feel broken like two motionless hands on the face of a watch with a new batteryJan 9, 2015Jan 9, 2015
bryan greenAnhedoniaThe pleasure centers are faulty. Either the wiring is wrong, or the balance is off. It doesn’t really matter anyways. Nothing matters.Jan 5, 2015Jan 5, 2015
bryan greenThe Same Old EndingsNew beginnings are pointless without you in my life. The year ended, but I bury these feelings for you in shallow graves.Jan 5, 2015Jan 5, 2015