Keep it classy

Love

I've discovered a breeze in between the smallest crevice in the middle of the brick building of a school and the fence. A breath of fresh air that seeps from the gutters of the town and brings a coolness during the most feverish of nights. It never seemed so strange. But I'm waiting for the bomb to drop on me. I'm waiting for the stench of built up waste, failure, and comformity trash to take over. I'm counting down the hours, even the minutes until those walls cave in on me. So I'll sit on the curb of my cement sidewalk, on the corner of the street and on the beginning of a cul-de-sac with my knees to my chest groping earphones that wistfully breathe of the future. Maybe he'll come through and save me like he's shown me that he can. Maybe he won't let me down like he had in the past. Maybe I won't run my fingers along rusty nails that keep the structure together. Because I know it'll crumble. And I'll be stuck.

but I love you. I love you more than life itself, because life, itself, is you.

Edit:

Everything in life is temporary.
So if things are going good,
enjoy it because it won't last forever.
And if things are going bad,
don't worry because it won't last forever either.

No seriously assholes it's true. If you don't believe me wait until you die. Then tell me you're permanent. Hit me up if you want any more introspective shit.