goodcore

The days were golden when we played guitar and videos games. Always afraid of Grendel because of 47 or 48. Always talking in circles going round. Felt like 100 million people but no one knows how it feels to be something on. Its a sickness but when the blankets were the stairs sometimes shadows aren't so scary.

But every shining time you arrive you become a pillar of mine. The one and the only. The rising tide of feeling is overwhelming.

hehe.