I feel like the strong silent type
Except strong silent things break in woods with no wind or ears to hear them creak down to the forest floor
And maybe I had fault lines where you found them but the earthquake of living had been shaking my prism and I
Don’t know how to envision more than what happens next. and get me out of this..
they say positive thinking is best and I positively keep thinking
Congested inception you coughed and ingested
Guilt for living and now watching ashes fall into graves you realize
What life’s been trying to teach you yet…