when you pick me up, I’ll carry on:
restless, [very] tired. asking what comes out of this strange cru[sad]e.
appreciating all love, but can you tell if I’m not. [close your eyes and fade away, you only exist in the middle way.] Narrow and dangerous gaining momentum -stronger staying on track
I look up, it’s all in my mind- already fallen through the cracks. 🔅