alexander pike.

and often I wander, not literally but in my head. i think of the here and now, and the he said she said. but no longer will I wander, with words now bled. bled in the sense that I had shed to much, and give myself away. but inside I can't comprehend the days. if i didn't try endless ways. to show you other happier plays. in which you'd be able to stay. safe and sound, don't you like the sound of safe? these days it feels like all I'll ever do is wait.