3-3-16
Three-
One of my favorite numbers.
There were three of us when you were around,
Before you left me to the white haze of truth.

All these walls keep talking,
They can't keep their mouths shut,
and it's driving me insane.
Please tell me you've heard them whisper,
I know you've lived here before,
It's a unique environment.

You're the best home I know,
And I never want to let go of you.

This car is full of you,
And even when you've stripped it of its history,
I can feel you,
You're tinting the windows.
I'm crashing crashing crashing
The way you used to.
You told me not to grow up and be like you, I know,
But you're absolutely fascinating.

God, I want to know more,
It gets worse by the day.
I just want to know the story nobody cares to tell me.
I'm starting to think I'm your second chance,
That your dreams died with a part of you-
Death was too prominent in your life-
And they were reawakened within me.
You and I are so similar,
I never intended to find that exact person in you.
I've been looking for you for over a year.
It seems that drunk conversations open more windows with you than they have with anyone else.

Don't piss it away like I did.

Don't drink like mom and I do..

Well I'm gonna drink until I pass out haha great life choices

God, Meranda, I've read some of your stuff and it's amazing, it really is, Meranda

(You haven't even read the good stuff!!!?)

I've got so many questions,
Always so many questions,
But I need your answers.

I could expose your story to the world but nobody would fully understand how intriguing it is because perhaps I'm the only one who finds magic and opportunity and new beginnings and inspiration and the world within it. My story is written in the blood of yours.
- (m.m)

For my brother because I literally can't even, he's so him and I'm extremely intrigued. Why I don't know him personally already, you might ask. It's a bit complicated but the timing was right and even if this happened weeks ago, I still can't get it out of my head