everything is always out of focus, and the lens won't adjust.
i can't ever see lightning or romance. hell, i can't even see the top of the world when i'm comfortably on its shoulders and all i want to do is help bear some of the weight.
my bones have never known a shortage of blankets,
just anguish over idly watching the thermostat push the tea kettle to a breaking point where all it can do is scream.
glasses can't fix this.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC
everything is always out of focus, and the lens won't adjust.
i can't ever see lightning or romance. hell, i can't even see the top of the world when i'm comfortably on its shoulders and all i want to do is help bear some of the weight.
my bones have never known a shortage of blankets,
just anguish over idly watching the thermostat push the tea kettle to a breaking point where all it can do is scream.
glasses can't fix this.
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