all i know is it's there. every time i feel it, it no longer wants to share, the further i reach to grab it, the faster and deeper it seeps in the corners of my attic, i want to strip it bare, i want to care enough about it to bring it out and level it out to figure it out. i look forward to this challenge now
outeryou:
it is stronger then hate i know this much
outeryou:
i feel it when i see sadness. i feel it when i see gladness. what is this madness???
