It’s you who has to change, not your circumstances—you carry your fate with you.
“ojala que las hojas no te toquen el cuerpo cuando caigan para que no las puedas convertir en cristal
[hopefully the leaves won’t touch your body when they fall so they will not be transformed into crystal]”
run around with your ghosts, who perpetually grin..
And god only knows if you’re calling me home.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map