On some days, I like to think of you as an outsider. Some days, I like to believe you’re a work of art. On rare occasions, I tend to think you’re God’s result of a fucked up creation. On any other typical day, I like to acknowledge you as something that mattered. But the thing is, I don’t know you.
In Holes and Corners
Judy. Transforming. Progressing
I go on with my days just like any other. The things that vex me physically and mentally stay focused, and often out of tune. I thought to myself, why go through this? My insides gave a chuckle and let out, 'Because the world has much to offer. As do you.' That was the last day I questioned the obvious and went towards elsewhere...
I go on with my days just like any other. The things that vex me physically and mentally stay focused, and often out of tune. I thought to myself, why go through this? My insides gave a chuckle and let out, 'Because the world has much to offer. As do you.' That was the last day I questioned the obvious and went towards elsewhere...
Value
