The ideas are running cold he’s going to miss me while the energy runs hot, I’m trying to forget him. The energy is running hot I’m trying to forget him the ideas are running cold he’s going to miss me.
She is destructive with her thoughts; she can’t control herself anxiety. She wondered if her life was a dream somewhere to someone and they hated the view depressed. She coxes herself back down to reality, telling herself that the mind is vivid in the unknown, it fancies images she can’t describe better. She wanted to […]
She giggles that she never “saw that before”
And yours is starting to shorten out.
Things are changing