Life is moving at a snails pace,
and recently i've been cut off from other human beings.
I'll find myself in the paintings I glance at longingly,
or maybe the cup of tea that trickles my reflection down my throat...
Calm, little one.
Life is too slow to swallow yourself up in troubles and and nervous ticking,
you'll find yourself this time around.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Life is moving at a snails pace,
and recently i've been cut off from other human beings.
I'll find myself in the paintings I glance at longingly,
or maybe the cup of tea that trickles my reflection down my throat...
Calm, little one.
Life is too slow to swallow yourself up in troubles and and nervous ticking,
you'll find yourself this time around.
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