intrusive thoughts help me sell my soul i want the love of all can prayers to the unholy one who resides in my head help me achieve my desire for opulence and adoration or will it feast on my insecurity until i have nothing left to offer
The optimist's naivete is his fuel for living I dare say relinquish such notions of fairylands and Peter Pans For the negative has truth in itself and there is beauty still in a world of cruelty.
I stack up my Jenga blocks, As if I am trying to pull out my negativity and pile it up higher to build a happiness tower Piece by piece, with much care and patience However, on the 998th level A shaky heart has made Jenga tumbled down to the bottom.
