(high borne)

My brain is the stolen adage from dead homes and hopeless rhetoric that makes the hardest kids seem weird becas...GODDDAMN...sometimes it's just so impossible to imagine all that's wrong in this life when all you need to do is raise a toast and suddenly you're one and all with the beauty...

Some shams are all you need.

Sometimes the sorrows negate the pity.

Sometimes the cogs choke the machine.

Sometimes...

Sometimes...

The sips mark fortune.