Forever a dream she dreams with no end in sight. No way to jump off this merry go round of cyclical delight.
She feels the rush of freedom, the weight of freedom, she settles for the longing of freedom.
She feels it brush against her skin riding the wind through her hair. It pulls her out of her head, releasing caution to the wind. If this drug were to end her, would anyone care?
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
Forever a dream she dreams with no end in sight. No way to jump off this merry go round of cyclical delight.
She feels the rush of freedom, the weight of freedom, she settles for the longing of freedom.
She feels it brush against her skin riding the wind through her hair. It pulls her out of her head, releasing caution to the wind. If this drug were to end her, would anyone care?
