[it's funny, how quiet a suburb is compared to a city; if he'd taken to the streets back there, he would have already made quite the stir]
[but there's no one, just a boy with rage in all his limbs, blood in his head, and a heart compacted; my fucking loss is not for you to fucking laugh at for anyone to fucking laugh at]
[when the headlights catch him, light him up like a ghost going to any other plane, he doesn't notice]
Re: a call
[but there's no one, just a boy with rage in all his limbs, blood in his head, and a heart compacted; my fucking loss is not for you to fucking laugh at for anyone to fucking laugh at]
[when the headlights catch him, light him up like a ghost going to any other plane, he doesn't notice]