{all pics via pinterest} We are much more More than the pain That creeps up our bodies They call us insane Inane But through this inevitable creeping vine They forgot none were sane None held the keys in their hands And the yells and laughter that resound in the cavernous space of your mind Are lies Lies you lived on Lies you built...
{pics via pinterest} I'm going to start this post with a confession...I, like the moon, go through many phases. I wane in on a certain thing I like to do and then somedays that thing I like receives the darkness of my absence. Maybe even dark hate or exhaustion. I am by nature erratic, I cannot stay chained to one thing for long...I...
