I said, "someone please put the weights into my little heart."
i am laying on my bed and i am looking at the wall, which i take as a blank canvas for my thoughts to be inked upon, and the silence that surrounds me is so frightening that it makes me feel suffocated in my loneliness and so i start imagining and the wall asks, "do you feel my coldness?", and i quietly answer, "a little, a little at both of your bold ends."
i take for real that some things cannot be rushed but are learnt over time, and i pretend that that's the way of life.
i take for real that some things cannot be rushed but are learnt over time, and i pretend that that's the way of life.
