Jun 2020
I get freaked out by the distance between clouds and me. I am no longer trying to leave the crowds and be the one on stage. I don't want to wage because I don't know my range of change. It's not only the hate to seal your fate. It's the unconditional adoration.
The arms to carry you are the ones that bury you.
The arms to carry you are the ones that bury you.
yet.
It's scary how supposedly good stuff can bring out the worst. If so, I don't want the supposed good stuff. I don't want to change into that. How can you be certain you won't?
It's scary how supposedly good stuff can bring out the worst. If so, I don't want the supposed good stuff. I don't want to change into that. How can you be certain you won't?
