And sometimes I don’t tell anyone my feelings
As there is no language that could describe them.
How does one create so much pressure that doesn’t exist
And still destroy them?
Life itself makes no sense
And yet here we are
Maybe there was never a place in the world
For people like you and me
We just happen to be here.
Sep 17, 2023
Sep 17, 2023 at 10:13 PM UTC
And sometimes I don’t tell anyone my feelings
As there is no language that could describe them.
How does one create so much pressure that doesn’t exist
And still destroy them?
Life itself makes no sense
And yet here we are
Maybe there was never a place in the world
For people like you and me
We just happen to be here.