With my eyes set on the shoreline, will I have to be worried about getting washed away in the tides? I want to find meaning, and not have to hide. But what I’ve been escaping is my untimely demise. So as I wait to watch the flowers bloom, and escape the torment that took my life too soon. I’ll hope I can find out what to do. Until I can travel along the skyline into a brighter hue.
Edit: ******* people. How in the ******* ******* hell did you all get me to ******* turn out like this