This one's for the unsure creators.
If I were you, I'd rerhink. It inflicts an everlasting torment on all you hold near and dear.
Imagine drowning in destructive thoughts all day, crippled with fear and the highest degree of desparation and hopelessness. This is my attempt at understanding it.
Of vulnerabilities and hard hardheartedness.
Love them in December as you do in May.
Sometimes we just forget to taste our words before we spit them out.
Tough times don't last. Tough people do. Remember that. Lots of Love.
On some days, I spend all day trying to come up with a good piece of writing, On others, I wake up at 2 a.m to get a glass of water and come up with effortless verses. This is one of those works of mine. To romancing with the night times, and to grief.