What happens when time falls asleep?
What happens when I can't dream?
Do I lose my grip of reality?
Or do I find myself finally free?
When did I stop flying
Just to find I'm falling?
When did I realize
That I've lost it all?
What will I find if I
Ever return to ground?
Will I someday
Finally be found?
So, this isn't actually done yet. I'm still working on it, but enjoy
Sun, 12/11/2016 - 05:13
Fri, 12/30/2016 - 00:44
How did I not see this one at
How did I not see this one at first?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Beautiful cadence and rhythm, a charm to read. It's sentiment is so sad and heartfelt.
From the comfort of your own homes!
For Pete's sake this is
For Pete's sake this is awesome! I LOVE it! So ridiculously relatable.
I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.