My skin is made of
Roads and paths
That have no map
No beginning or end
They are constant
But fading
They lead nowhere
But show everywhere I've been
YOU ARE READING
Words: Seen and Unsaid
PuisiSometimes the only way I can describe how i'm feeling is by writing it down, sometimes I just think of cool shit to write, sometimes I write about how I want to feel
road to nowhere
My skin is made of
Roads and paths
That have no map
No beginning or end
They are constant
But fading
They lead nowhere
But show everywhere I've been
