If life is a question mark, then you, my love, are the proud and bold period that is typed with certainty.
And here i am. A form of combination. An odd to your thought.
You were my butterfly The reason I felt high It was something i’ve been wanted to try I felt new, I didn’t ask why
Never are/ Never were We, is not in dictionary // Is it my logic/ Is it my heart Or should i go with what i wanted it
“Much of your pain is self-chosen…” Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit
It’s just a screen but it’s a happy machine. Because when i dig deeper my mind feels super. I am a walking dictionary, the world