and i'm afraid i will fade like smoke. and i'm afraid i will intoxicate people.
i will rise and rise, to then disappear, fade, an then be forgotten. it was like it was meant to be.
i was meant to fade.
don't you understand?
YOU ARE READING
monsters.
Random❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
