i was standing at the side of the room
watching silhouettes dance on the moon
i'm a metaphor that somehow breathes
you're a question mark that i can't read
but i'll answer you eventually and when i do i promise you'll be fine
when i do i promise you'll be fine
you'll be fine
YOU ARE READING
my crappy, existential thoughts dump
Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...