If I sit in the dark long enough, will my thoughts be personified by shade and shadow? Will they crawl up the walls like manic creepy crawlies, invading my forsaken homestead and overpowering whatever sanity took place beforehand? Do my thoughts deserve a heart beat? Will they breath on their own?
I am a precious kind of ordinary.
From Where You Cometh
1 comment:
I loved this.
Its good to hear from you again! I've missed you. I hope you're doing okay. if you ever need a friend to talk to, let me know.
Stay strong beautiful<3
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