And through timeless words and priceless pictures / We'll fly like birds not of this earth / And tides they turn and hearts disfigure / But that's no concern when we're wounded together / And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts / But it's nice today, oh the wait was so worth it
Wednesday, October 1
I think I'm going blind. No, I think I'm dying as well. My organs are shouting down. I think I shouldn't care about this blog anymore if I'm dying.