Jun 2013
I ran my fingers around
the chips in the paint
and the scratches
and occasional holes
in the old walls
and I started to cry
I asked them,
who did this to you?
and they answered,
life did this to us.
*but we are still standing.
the chips in the paint
and the scratches
and occasional holes
in the old walls
and I started to cry
I asked them,
who did this to you?
and they answered,
life did this to us.
*but we are still standing.
life hit them relentlessly, but they're still standing
