it is equally as beautiful as it is sad that what i constantly dream and desire the most to the point of tears is a grassy field, the warm sun on my skin and the cool breeze tangling my hair as i lay down with my cat running around free of her crippling fear of the outside world
i can change its not too late
i can change its not too late
i can change its not too late
i can change its not too late
i can change its not too late
i can change its not too late