There is something dying inside me. I can feel it withering like a tulip in autumn, losing its petals one by one and finally falling into a dry, shriveled stick.
What am I becoming?
I don’t know where I’m going in the dark. It’s all faded and cold and I’m groping for a light switch that doesn’t exist.
I gotta find a light, or I'll be stuck here forever.
About Me
- Ren
- Menlo Park, California, United States
- I'm a bit peculiar. But in a temperate way, I'd like to think.
1 comment:
Lauren! Comme tu m'as dit il y a quelque jours, ne reste pas dans cet etat, je t'en prie. :( Tu peux toujours m'appeler ou au moins m'envoyer un email. Je pense a toi, et tu es dans mes prieres. Je t'aime.
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