flutterflight
I don't write often, but when I do, I use correct grammar
The snow was wet, and the day was warmer than normal. Most sensible people had decided to stay inside, but there were the few who had, against their own will, been called to work, whether they were...
Sympathy, empathy, need, encouragement, aggression. It isn't human. It's better. It is music.
Punished for being deceptive. Punished for being myself.
The silent soul A clear world Will it be gone? Will people around me fill the space that has been cleared? Or will they see how to do it, and make peace for themselves?
I should, but I won't I want to, but I can't
This day Is the day when the world stops The day the people know all and secrets are dead The day of forgiveness and understanding
Every time you speak to me, it's a bullet in my head Every time I see you, I hide who I am
How can I call myself right When I loathe others, While equally others deplore me?
They think they see all.
When it's gone, it's irretrievable When it's spent, it's undeniable It's gone, it's gone.
Surrounded by a living fog Living a life enveloped in deception Taking strides, followed by a climb Taking the fall, feeling the ground
