Everything is so burry
People's faces, my surroundings, the world, everything
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for my mind
And my doubts
I have no excuse
Not even my trauma is an excuse
You were good to me
- you showed me reasons I should be loved
YOU ARE READING
Transient
Short Story"But as told My euphoria is only transient - as was he" We fall and then we crash, and we do it over and over again until the right person catches you. Before the crash we were perfect, we danced in the rain, we travelled together, we shared so man...
