Beautiful minds swirling synchronous cries whirling hearts in despair twirling wounds unrepaired furling dipping and dashing in ashes and gashes rip through our veins in chaos it slashes no one gets crowned or adorned with sashes for being the one who lives through most crashes conundrums the problems come we want to run but the pain beats like drums pounding in ears and body quakes our heads, they ache is this place a mistake or are we being set free from the lies we built for tolerability?
@The In Between thank you so much for sharing <3
Gorgeous