Hope and fear to walk away
Right now, life is like a fucking amazing fuzzy bomb going off slowly and I'm dying of happiness.
It's shocking, the foreboding after math feeling like I'm home.
Ups and downs come and go. I'm either drunkenly swimming in the moment or I'm living in the past like a horrible flashback. My only hope is to try not to feel.
I suppose that is all I can say about that.
It's shocking, the foreboding after math feeling like I'm home.
Ups and downs come and go. I'm either drunkenly swimming in the moment or I'm living in the past like a horrible flashback. My only hope is to try not to feel.
I suppose that is all I can say about that.