self obsessed

this isnt important.

this isnt to prove a point.

im coming home

yeah im coming home 

to a world that radiated orange

tangerine vibrant and glistening sunsets

hues of violet underneeth 

fresh crisp february clouds

one september 

i bled perminant ink across a notebook 

shaping into 

this can be goood.

i talk about myself a lot i think.

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