Self Portraits for Lost Sanity

I would exist on a different planet for you. One so distant and far away,¬†where my skin wouldn’t constantly rip at the seams. I would lose my sanity for it too, I swear, I would mend every broken piece. I think I’ve found a remedy, finally, for all the fallen teeth. One with stardust and poetry that replaces the soles covering your feet. So fix it, break it, I really wouldn’t care. Let’s move to Mars and shed our skin, you’re fallen moons and lucid dreams.¬†12341607_10153127634041207_2930509622448252603_n12321463_10153127633951207_8456546435437191996_n 12308239_10153127633911207_6708502047471798758_n 112342352_10153127633986207_8145268101572468771_n