Kissing is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Nobody likes the silence. It lets you hear the things you've been pretending to ignore
The piano is my voice.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate. None else has the blame, none has the praise.
You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up.
Kissing is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Nobody likes the silence. It lets you hear the things you've been pretending to ignore
The piano is my voice.
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
We reap what we sow. We are the makers of our own fate. None else has the blame, none has the praise.
You say you're 'depressed' - all i see is resilience. You are allowed to feel messed up.