I am living today as someone I had not yet become yesterday and tonight I will borrow only pieces of who I am today to carry with me to tomorrow.
Andrea GibsonRight now thereโs a man on the street outside my door with outstretched hands full of heartbeats no one can hear. He has cheeks like torn sheet music every tear-broken crescendo falling on deaf ears. At his side thereโs a boy with eyes like an anthem no one stands up for.
Andrea Gibson