Jasper

Ace

"You ever just did why people treat you bad anyway I do because none of it was my fault"where the words that uin my head ever sine child hood"i think about that me and just honestly feel broken but I'm try to get but all the I ever tried just fucked and left but whatever" light shine on window of cracking wall paper of cracking wall paint and leak damage around
The abismal decaying structure of breaking house sitting in middle of
The of man his eye as beautiful as life it's self his pale white blended seamless in in wonderful dichotomy
Of black jacket and ripped jeans hung tightly to his skinny frame,the sound of dismissal and regrets flowing through his head at thousand feet a minute along with jagged restless yet still as graceful movements through cracked floorboards and a dirt can is of house finally landing a pot coffee resting on a kitchen room table