If I say it's not my problem then whose problem is it?

Volcanic lightning

friction at its second best

Nebula

It amazes me how something so magical and serene can be real not a cgi not a figment of someones imagination.

Out of my mind

I get quite obsessive about things. Not quite what one would want to hear. I hope your an object I can cast aside. But these things these obsessions they take all my time. They infiltrate my mind when I'm thinking when I sleep. They prevent me from living a normal life. People think I'm strange. When I type in my head. I think I'm strange how I like you but I dont even know you. These obsessions these things I dont control them they control me.

I ask

I ask for your smile
Not your hand, not your heart
I ask for your laugh
Not your time, not your money, not your complex body parts.

Abyss

Falling falling
Forever down
Pick me up
Don't push me around

Are my hands cold?

I don't want for my feelings to go
Because then all I am is an empty black hole
If all I am is a naive girl
Why would you want me you deserve the world
Fuck this shit, this stupid little game
I want to live, I don't want to play
I feel so stupid you never gave me a sign
I'm so selfish I never think of your feelings I only consider mine
It just makes me so angry things always go good
Just never for me and not when it should
What I want now I don't know
But in the future "are my hands cold?"