My brain hangs like a bat afraid of the dark.
My brain is both the rain and cowering cat.
My brain says that each past conversation is a ghost.
My brain loves ghosts.
My brain loves to pick at dead and unpromising things.
My brain waits for the dead to blink.
My brain says โ€˜love meโ€™ then โ€˜sorryโ€™ then murders
the relationship.
Donte Collins (D.C)


(via kushandwizdom)