Wrinkles remind the soul where it’s been and where it hasn’t.
You’d kill yourself for recognition,
you’d kill yourself to never, ever stop.
‘Broke another mirror..
you’re turning in to something you are not.
When I see you, I really see you upside down. But my brain knows better—it picks you up and turns you around.
...Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map