Blinded by the stories,
fractured by the past.
Trying.
One false move,
and off you run.
Retreating.
A little bit of you,
you give what’s left.
Gasping.
Too much,
too little.
Silence.
Blinded by the stories,
fractured by the past.
Trying.
One false move,
and off you run.
Retreating.
A little bit of you,
you give what’s left.
Gasping.
Too much,
too little.
Silence.