|Current mood:||wishing it was easier.|
|Current music:||waiting for tomorrow - the scarlet sacrifice|
i'll be the reason
listen to the words that taste like they've been said before. softly spoken strokes outsmarting the machine. beautifully synchronized. lacking the empathy for despair or foolishness. it creates the daughter of love and hope. infinite and eternal. shine their wordly light upon it as a blessing into this world of cynics. may it blossom and grow without the persuasion of them. don't blush. everyone feels this way sometimes.
agradecidas. intro to religion. this cool breeze in my window. not hating you when i know i should.