If my parents or past classmates truly knew what I’ve been through, would they have survived it? Would they still be the same? I’ll never know. But at the end of the day, I still believe I can achieve my goals.
I’ve always adored how the fire sparks when touched with air, but I guess I didn’t consider the capacity and it’s despair, fire, should be controlled, concealed, and I was too numb to feel.
I’m stumped with my craft, lately I’ve been composing songs beautiful beautiful songs, but lately I’m stuck with hozier’s composing, and now I can’t even dare to pick up a fucking pencil.. oh hozier what have you done to me