“Sometimes I feel like all I can do is sit and watch the world pass me by.” [….click to read the full post]
“I have the power to turn scars into poetries. To turn tears into ink stains.”
…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. And disappear
This is the burning pits of hell.
There is no escape. There is none.
Close your eyes and melt.