The world is scary and potently chaotic
2.21.2014 @ 07:52
there are no daises
or roses
in the garden (in her head)
instead there were flames;
ashes,
and a little bit of sadness.
she wondered if the cigarettes her father had;
(that lasted longer than their conversations)
had set her mind ablaze.
but she couldn’t help but notice –
the world was fire,
and she was kindling at the seams rr
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