it's hard to fall asleep when there's nothing to wake up for. it's hard to smile when your lips and eyes are sore from straining to see the meaning behind tears induced by fears of proof to such news.
there are mean reds inside her head; there exist fierce blues within his chest- yet both of them, all of us, continue to live. is it- can it be simply because death is the alternative? there must be more than this.
there are mean reds inside her head; there exist fierce blues within his chest- yet both of them, all of us, continue to live. is it- can it be simply because death is the alternative? there must be more than this.
