"It’s times like these. That makes moving forward . Harder. Making the whole world stand still. In that moment when nothing looks bright. All that’s good fades into the world. Making you into it. Molding you back into society . The real world . All you can do is peel all that is bad . Fold it up and throw it away. And pray that the wound doesn’t reappear . And if it does , we do the same as before peel it off and keep moving on. Even if we are at a stand still…"
"I don’t want to make the same mistakes regret things they I’ve let slip through these clumsy fingers of mine. I can’t grip anything I can’t keep a hold of what I want what I deserve , because once I over think it all I slowly let go until its no longer in my reach. It no longer fits in my hands it doesn’t belong anymore .
All because I wanted it to work . Knowing I over thank it all. Why ?
Fear consumes yourself, myself ."