Truth is when your mind and your gut agree.
Clearly she was expected to say something, but panic at having to speak stole the thoughts from her head.
Time is a wind that keeps blowing in my face and mumbling words that don't make sense.
But the hoping, that's what really hurts.
Sometimes my fancy gets to floating inside me, threatening to carry me away like a leaf on a wind. Better to be a stone.
I'm going to find whoever is responsible for me sleeping out side with outside without pillows and kick them in the shins!-Enna