or something

trying to haul ass out of the rut

but deprivation of truth is always weighing me down

Goal 2?

Bravery.

summers coming,suns coming out--time to rethink and rearrange myself

i rarely put my gloves on-let alone know i'm walking into the ring.

 its just the worse of me
needing the best of you

i think i'm having an epiphany
but tomorrow it'll kill me
and i'll drown


 myself
don't throw me anything


i'll think (you're not going to help me?)


don't do it.
i'll do it,just let me do it,
i can do it on my own

cosmic love,f+tm

Music is always there for me.