To caged desires.
Some wounds don't heal
It's been a while. Here's something I penned down a few nights ago when words came to me while I least expected them to.
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.