"Where does your head go when everything around you falls colorless and silent?" The little white owl asked Alice. Alice shook her head, sharply inhaled and replied, "Nowhere extraordinary but perhaps that's the point. Sometimes I draw it out... to give the colorless madness a voice."
Let's be honest. Do I even want to save myself? Do I even give a fuck if I fall apart? Let's be honest. I've not been kind to my body. I've not been smart with my heart. My lungs hurt more and more every day Because of all the smoke that I've sucked in… Continue reading Childish feelings but Validity says, “Let them breathe.”