I'm scared.
I can feel it slipping away from me.
The cords that once kept me there have been cut.
I don't want to let it go. Is it stubborness? Do I need to fight for it? Do I need to let it go?
I find Rose's words ringing in my ears. Hollow gongs.
"Everything must come to dust."
The cords that once kept me there have been cut.
I don't want to let it go. Is it stubborness? Do I need to fight for it? Do I need to let it go?
I find Rose's words ringing in my ears. Hollow gongs.
"Everything must come to dust."