the echoes that remained

His head was a city

Of paper buildings

And the echoes that remained

Of old friends and lovers

Their features bleeding

Together in his brain

 

And once it started was harder to

Tell them apart

 

He was always distracted

By the very mention

Of an open door

'Cause he had sworn not to be what he'd been before

 

 

sooc

you can see the Eiffel Tower in my eyeee (:

 

 

inspired by ashleyyy rose, my twin.

she takes THE best black & whites and eyeball pictures

Done