Together, Our Hands Have A Time Limit
My hands feel heavy when I am close to you.
My hands feel heavy when I am close to you.
“Some mistakes don’t matter. I’m not sure which ones are better though, the ones that matter or the ones that don’t.”
We have the minds that go on forever, finding poetry in every conversation.
When our eyes start to itch and the world starts over.
I could feel the anxiety in my chest and I had my book in my hand so I decided to stay on the bus.
I’m glad you didn’t ask why.