I Can’t See Past.

Listening becomesoverly exerting,overrated…when we’re both going to say“I knew you would say that.” I’m a spiteful being. How I’ll greet you,rests solemnly on howyour eyes will follow me. And this world let’s beauty lead,with this many flowers cowerwhereas I’m such a flower;delicate to touchyet yearn for my handmade vase. What it comes down to, EatingContinue reading “I Can’t See Past.”