My mind is plagued by versa, tattoos, beulah, worries, animosities with no meaning but with strong boundaries, lyrics, legacies, and coffee.
I'm okay with being on my own right now, I'm still learning what exactly that is.
I'm young and I don't expect myself to be taken too seriously, and I don't think I want that either, most of the time.
I'd just like someone to have an aspiration that speaks in depths.
I'd like someone to teach me how to love someone with my whole heart without fear. Apparently there's no fear in love.
There's always something to slow me down, more than often times that is myself and only myself.
Your arrogance infatuates me, in the most vile of motion. My words have let me down to an extent, and a small one at that. I'm dying for the smallest understanding of what you're after, where this is leading. the path is dirty and full of holes to fall in. There's never a given security, and that's what I strive on. I'll dodge these holes, and like unlike alice, I'll find my own white rabbit.
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