like it is a bird and all it is
wanting to do is fly.
this goes in a set of four: [link]
about thinking too much. and how sometimes being (or trying to be) logical is where everything starts to go from lovely to wrong. and i don't know what's missing?
or what's wrong?
between here and there. im sure i can retrace my footsteps a million times over and find nothing. oh god, in my mind things can change in a split second and im such an angry ocean, always moving, always crashing into itself and for no reason at all but just because that's all it knows how to do.