untouched
i know ive stood here before cause the view looks the same, just the dirt under my feet’s shifted a little, just the littlest understatement. started from scratch- tabula rasa and naivete, ‘aint got nothing to lose and it seemed like the best way to live. but it rained for the first time and i swear on my life id never felt anything so real. i suppose its been winter for a while now and all those signs of green were smothered by a concrete jungle, unruly and cold. restrictions cemented and mortared by mortar and believing this was the way it would be. earthquake shakin’ me to my core and i know ive stood here before cause the view looks the same. ground zero. green sprouts from the rubble and i think you’re perfect.
