maybe we'll hold hands again ... you know for old time sake.
you are this work of art that resembles an epic. shock of sudden, startling fear, being awakened suddenly by all i let go near ... feeling anxiety and loss of courage. lost all of the battles. coming back with more panic. build it high, overcome what wants to fly.
my head never goes to sleep, yet i'm never really awake either. i feel like i'm looking for something but i have no idea what the fuck it is. come here.