countless of possibilities to create, to be different. countless of assurance, to be confident, be contained. countless within countless in this wide universe, where do I stand a chance?
All the thoughts in just one bubble, if it wasn't for the help of a needle, I would have been dead. Safety pin isn't a saviour, it is just prevention, a thing for intact. But who would have thought that a needle could save a life?
Touch me and be obsessed with the roughness of my skin, kiss it while sacrificing your sacred heart, let me feel what it's like to have a wanted and pure love. Pin me down like it's my first time doing it, cause I'll never know.
I looked at the stars, hoping I could see a glimpse of your face but you are gone and looking at the stars would not change a single thing for my longing.