One thing will seem to fall into place, but another will seem to go astray.
I recieved an
On the other hand, I miss the smell of smoke.
The quiet lies - we don't need to talk about it anymore Don't need to figure out the truth Don't need to look inside our heads and in our hearts…
I was wrong.
Everytime someone died. color and breath, the fast unfurl of carbon away from death plants that rise and grow, strange citybomb beneath…