There’s a reason why it all fades like the wind.

I’m still a sinner. Such a sinner. I’ll always be a sinner. It’s my pulse that makes me paralyzed by the world. It never cared to know me, anyways. I’m human, after all.

I’m just trying to think of what can help heal me- I think about my fathers laughter and sometimes forget the sound. It fades like the wind and burns my freckles. I look just like him.

I call it falling freely across the universe, while everyone else calls it change. It’s a mess either way. And I hate when my friends scream, “fuck you”, to the exit of our hometown- I mean, that place built us whether you eat the truth or throw up the lies. It’s in your blood- so deep in your veins that you couldn’t claw it out with a needle.

Let the raindrops burn your bones. Your halo is flickering. Feel the hot pavement on your bare skin. Wander in the cornfields as they make crop circles in your mind. Everything is a dream if you close your eyes long enough.

It all flows freely when the storm finally stops. There’s a reason why it all fades in the wind. AMT