life touches me too deeply sometimes.

and at night i hug my brown blubber ‘cause it’s really all i got. i sit in this room and cry at the shadows of my guilt trips and i smile at the seasons of my growth because i know…  but i don’t know how much longer i can trick this girl into believing me. she’s in a world of her own. somewhere on a farm, drinking water out of a fat container, smiling at chickens and loving the air. loving the leisure of a porch step.