I have this horrible disease of refusing to be like everyone else.
Perhaps that is why I tuck my solitude into my ribs like a precious gift.
I want to be what no one else has been before,
and sometimes,
Being with others drains that possibility.
beautifully chaotic
I have this horrible disease of refusing to be like everyone else.
Perhaps that is why I tuck my solitude into my ribs like a precious gift.
I want to be what no one else has been before,
and sometimes,
Being with others drains that possibility.
