9-25-15 two days clean
My thoughts and feelings feel separated..
My feelings are fire,
Burning through my fake smile,
Leaving ash in my lungs,
And hollowing me out.
My thoughts are water,
Cold as ice,
Crashing against me relentlessly,
Yet not without the ability to still.
Even when they clash,
They're too bold to cancel each other out.
But that's okay,
I don't really like purple anyways..
- (m.m)

This is my new favorite contradictory statement of mine.