Music screaming the same lyrics back at me that I yell into the empty space ahead of me. The sky continues to light up with no rhyme or reason. I'm ahead of this storm. I'm thriving. I'd give everything away to make it last just a second longer.
Tag: depression
Knock, Knock
We get caught up in our own lives and our own ways of doing things. It's inevitable and understandable. So, when it's you sitting on your bathroom floor crying - who do you want knocking to be your distraction?
honey bees & burnt cd's 