Constant changing of winds and minds and ideas. Worry nesting in my bones and thinning my thighs. Love blowing through our open mouths and burrowing deep deep into my soul. Hurt in the most raw form when your mind is cloudy and I care too much. The end is so worth it but the journey might eat me alive.
I will keep doing this over and over and it will **** me.
Tell me now, that it'll be okay, Tell me somehow, we'll find a way, Tell me it isn't a one way street, Tell me, please tell me, crossed roads will meet