It was naked but it was true
I call it consensual but you call it food
I'm a writer but none of my honesty soothes
It's like a post basic job I try to keep doing but I think I massively try to hard but all my efforts they are not harsh they only portray good pictures
Basically living without posting is not living at all
I look for peace I try to sleep with peace I replace my TV with peace I dive into thoughts of peace but how ever will I find peace ? I might be looking to hard maybe peace was just knowing you.