So many humans. So many colors.
Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.
I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.
The song was born on her breathe and died at her lips.
A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
Don’t make me happy. Please, don’t fill me up and let me think that something good can come of any of this. Look at my bruises. Look at this graze. Do you see the graze inside me? Do you see it growing before your very eyes, eroding me? I don’t want to hope for anything anymore.