Skimming through shelf after shelf in the bookshop, I realize that I’ve had enough. There was a time long ago when I would look at these…
Thoughts diverged to a path of wondrous future,Promises craved on the heart of a naive soul,One day wishing…
He said she was dangerousShe asked him whyHe said because she didn’t care or give…
I don’t think I’ve ever felt this kind of tired before with the way it seeps to the bones…
It’s dark, it’s safe, it’s warm, it’s familiar. Why would you want to leave?