Feb 2015
I am never leaving.
I am going to sit here until I fade away,
and my bones turn to dust.
The snow and ice blowing
outside the window,
will never touch my skin.
Because the only place I know who I am is here.
And even though it's so cold the
ice is spreading within me,
I will not move,
I am not leaving.
I am going to sit here until I fade away,
and my bones turn to dust.
The snow and ice blowing
outside the window,
will never touch my skin.
Because the only place I know who I am is here.
And even though it's so cold the
ice is spreading within me,
I will not move,
I am not leaving.
I have a habit of sitting in my car for long periods of time. Especially when I'm stressed about stuff. It's just a good place to think.
