addicted to Coke and good TV shows.
I look like the guy you should avoid on a dark street corner
There are words that know how to lodge in the spine, when there is no daylight. They crawl and writhe, claw into the flesh. The spine is a dancer, then. Lumbar, then kyphosed. The years pass, and you find that these words,
I always fell too easily.
I always fell too fast.
I always knew I was an emotion junkie.
Getting high off this thing they call love.