Will.Hayes

sick of my room always being cold. It always feels great sleeping next to you. I wish i could skip work and just lie in bed all day watching tv shows and drinking tea and playing with our animals . 

i really do love you and want everything to be great.  Im still so happy to see you every time. We should never give anything up.

i.do.not.get.it.

I just wanna watch the office with Samm. Didn’t have such a good weekend .

I took in account for the arches below. 56 feet falling straight down rocks would break my dive but spill out like words written to your lover about fictional days so close. But its not real and never will be this way. Business  suits worn so straight and thin walking on a tight rope until your end existence . It all makes sense when your staring out from behind the glass. Taking one last cheer to the best time in life younger and so much more inspired. Older you see the sand slip from the top of the building creese worried about their reactions “if there would ever be any” you think. Clouds roll slow and your arms start to shake cold sweats setting in . She grabs your shirt and says its over again. Waking up in your bed so alone and dead. Your dream stays like invisible images on the walls of your apartment. You make your drinks then start to begin. The strange feelings overlap that you thought were just in your dreams this morning. Walking outside as clouds roll in you step to the edge of your work building as if conducting business. Talking to yourself and staggering words , throwing your head to the sky it sets in. This was just the moments lived once again. Stuck in a repeating line of frames as you jump off the ledge every day.