The things I see.

It happened while we walked to the bus stop.

Ramble.

I smoke weed. Once or twice a day, or maybe more if the hallucinations and anxious feelings are specially bad.

February, already

She seems off tonight.

I miss you.

I feel it today.

The Sky is still Open.

The sky is still open.
I'm telling myself that.

Lately.

It's been hard lately.

Briefly.

http://oncorhynchusdancinginthestars.tumblr.com/post/167977172150/brief