and you give yourself away..

[thursdaymorning]

all is still.

though nothing stays in its place.

it is no ones fault but my own.

itll just go back to the way it was.

i know better now.
.....

"claudia. noun. a flower, smells much like an iris but the color is painted with genuine emotion. claudias line the sacred hill top under the setting sun."

bruna yr too good to me.