the more things stay the same the more you change
Acceptance is my bead and butter. Change grabs hold of you when you least expect it. Nothing can happen for so long. You’re a dormant fucking volcano, outlook unchanged for a millennia. That’s not right, maybe Im wrong this is no St. Helens. This change is so natural, instinct subtly tapping me on the shoulder. Things are falling into place, life feels right. The click and snap of events is music to my ears.
Have you ever lifted something really heavy, or ran great distance. When its over and you’ve stopped your muscles floating away the thin streams of sweat cooling as the absorb in to your shirt and hair. The only place in the world that feel right to exist is the place your body has fallen. That’s how it feels.
Have you ever lifted something really heavy, or ran great distance. When its over and you’ve stopped your muscles floating away the thin streams of sweat cooling as the absorb in to your shirt and hair. The only place in the world that feel right to exist is the place your body has fallen. That’s how it feels.