A slow spilling leak through the cracks of my facade so build up by the pressure of the world and threatening to break across continents like a dam on a river.
Destroying infrastructure and memories spanned across the isles of humanity and water logging daydreams and blueprints for my future.
Everything you’ve done.
Its been exactly one month and twenty two days, and I stay staring out my window trying to forget everything you did, or morely, everything I let you do.
Tyler. There’s not much I can say to you now. I barely even given myself the chance to look at you
Are you mad?