Sometimes the things i have to say don't escape past the tips of my teeth because the rigid parts of me are afraid to tie knots that can only be undone with a knife.
We; the generation that forgot the meaning of memorable, so keen on trade as a means to claim or apply value, that this, only this, is seldom enough.
I used to think that pain was the most motivational thing i could feel, but as I was bound to be taught, told in blessings by teachers i was trying to train, it's either a lesson in love or a lesson in release.