I couldn’t say if you ever really knew me not because of any or all the cliché reasons they say you can’t truly know anyone that you can’t see someone’s heart is a lie we are showing ourselves constantly the key is what was cultivated to make sense of this chaos called everyday life It…
Category: The Wrongdoings of Being Right
rabid courage
I’ve been meeting the death of all my ideals stripping meaning with ends that always reveal a freely speaking bet you’d never deal your hand holding what let you almost conceal a fate waiting the deck’s cards like peels slowly falling off the dying tree leaves blowing seasons slipping into forgetting like all the memories…