when even the stars
get tired of shining
and the wind
can't keep on moving,
when our models
and oceans begin to
be on the same diet,
and mother nature puts us
up for adoption,
when Earth itself..
becomes a mere place
and no longer a home..
that is when I will go.
when there is nothing beautiful left in this disgusting world,
I will go. . .

~ the girl who wishes for a better home

these bones of mine
have been
feeling hollow.

like just mere weight
than guardian
of soul.

maybe,
my depression..
has eaten them too.

after a day long enough
that could be mistaken for a week,
I lay my ear to your chest
your heartbeat has to be my
favorite
song.