How can I ever speak, if I can't even tell myself. I am always left with hungry lips, am I afraid to get broken again? Am I afraid of showing what is left??
If eyes are the windows to the soul, why are there blinds?
Where is the sunset we were all promised. I wonder if this is how color blind people see the world.
remain in the silent darkness, but now its like all the reflecting luminance shinning through my window really isn't there.
Where is the sunset we were all promised. I wonder if this is how color blind people see the world.
remain in the silent darkness, but now its like all the reflecting luminance shinning through my window really isn't there.
