(095) this awful mess of traffic and streets

every single day, there's too many people in the way. and now we go around the big sound of nothing important and end back up in this awful mess of traffic and streets.

useless, just like her breath...just like his heart. as long as babies cry.

just because you feel something doesn't excuse ignorance.

here's to hoping you like the taste of broken shards... it's all you deserve.