Blueprints stain my mind, designs of you – the unfinished thought, overlay my soul. I’m designing you, trying to.
Stains mess up my thoughts of you. Stains from these thoughts I design. Drafted lies become real in these plans of you. Things you said, lies to keep me from things you knew. I know now.
Ancient train tunnels lead me deeper into My unconcious mind. Stains line the Walls these days
These stains are always with me
— Post From My iPhone