Just one word, like lace upon a garment, I believe that all you said is just another essential love, asking for a shove turning into night rides without any black lights.
Everything is proven, like embrace of the will, like the first step of the foreseen wound, it dries till we are drowned. It seems to come naturally, courage fails reality, unless it grows... like lace upon a garment, I believe that all you said is just another
essential love, asking for a shove turning into night rides without any black lights.
What would be if I’d change the world according to your WISH? Like turning a desert into a lifeless POND that dries me, that fuels me. NO LOVE NO LOVE, no sense of being.
And acting like adults, no matter, how old we are just doesn’t come as easy as it seems. Not aiming high enough, not aiming high enough, not aiming high enough, we are not enough.