direct this.

SOUTHERN.
Desperately trying to make it in this fucked up place called America.
Sexually Inactive.
Film & Music Junkie.
I like either side of the camera.
I stopped giving a fuck in February 2012.

the only shadow in my apartment is from the condensation on my cold window.

Distance makes the heart grow weak
So that the mouth can barely speak
Except to those who hide their needs
And I have read the golden seal
That tell of how the seedlings feel
Reminds my heart what love can yield

By my only things are clear
Baby boy I’m staying here
Lonely lonely that was you
Lonely and so untrue