Long bus rides
Hard boiled wonderland and the end of the world
The xx on repeat


Mind tripping-

Plastic Rain

As i seat in the now too familiar hard plastic seats of the train,
I lifted my weary neck to peer out of the window
only to find the view i am so familiar with,
obscured by the hard pounding of heavy raindrops.
i wonder if the buildings feel any pain as i watch drops after drops
of rain hit the buildings like a hail of never ending gunfire.

Tak-tak tak-tak tak-tak tak-tak..

as i hear the raindrops hit the window one by one,
i lose count of all the little raindrops as they
slowly dripped away from the gaze of my not so watchful eyes
onto the now soaking wet train tracks.
i could say my goodbyes,but then i conclude
i wont be able to finish my goodbyes
as the raindrops are but too many..

Awesome

Taken from: http://www.thesartorialist.blogspot.com/

Sunday,
I cannot get the loud but yet beautiful melodies out of my head.
Again, please?

I never meant to be the needle that broke your back
You were here, you were here, and you were here
Don't look back

words on paper
just like
ink on skin.

The thoughts we think of,
and how quickly they vanish
if we don't put in down on paper

Rocking them kicks one size up.
blisters galore.

Mundane Routines seems so heartwarming at times

Sometimes when you are most alone,
you're not alone at all.

- Rob Machado