still, i doubt i would make the post public.
theres alot going on.
(and thank you to whoever restored my interests, tho im not done with that, further questioning will have to vbe put off until later; i depart)
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…