“it’s a moment’s shame to ask. it’s a lifetime’s shame not to ask.”
...you’ll say “fine” and ask me how I’m doing.
And then I’ll lie…
Golden haze… another morning, feels like yesterday.
I can still let it go, I can still learn to grow into a child again. .. Silence is easy—it just becomes me. You don’t even know me; why lie about me?
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map