You’re one of those people for whom “normal” is a failure of potential.
they sleep with hornets and they wonder why they wake up stung
...it’s always little things that to the surface brings the comfort and the pain, the fear inside the smile.
We lose along the way the things we leave behind, along the precipice of things we should not climb.
And I’m the first in line.
...The mountain that you climb, just to take a fall—
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map