Rizathepenguin

they say home is where the heart is, but they never claimed it had to be beating. if this town is all there is to living, then I'm dead, and these dusty dirt roads are my sad little gravestones. there's a harsh winter wind. I'm breathing, but it's the same air I've inhaled since I first opened my surgical steel eye to the world. remember the pale pink dress I wore to our senior prom? you held me under the fuzzy yellow confetti light. I loved you because you were so gentle, and when I fell apart, you were the only person who knew I could fix myself on my own. you twirled me like I mattered, because you knew that one day I would die. you for