Aug 2016
Hold on to these swiftly wisping hands, the fading fingertips
Don't let them go.
Keep a grip on these crying eyes, this swimming mind
Don't let them sink.
Don't let them go.
Keep a grip on these crying eyes, this swimming mind
Don't let them sink.
Today feels like the start to a numb sort of day. Not a bad thing, I'll take it over a whirlwind of emotion any day.
