ive recignised my struggles as a bird flying into the harsh bashing wind as everyone watches. giving up means f a l l i n g and yet everyone can see im going no where but backwards
mum cried into my shoulder and told me to never e v e r leave her. to never give up to never die. i told her i wouldnt i promised. i dont want to fail her ever. i wont die. i wont.
Your voice trails through my mind endlessly like the superlative rhythm of the rain dripping through me drenching me in new thoughts new ideas a thunderstorm of you.