As a human, I thought things were possible. I thought living was possible, loving was possible.
But I realize that what I think is possible is impossible, because I am human.
As a human, I thought things were possible. I thought living was possible, loving was possible.
But I realize that what I think is possible is impossible, because I am human.
Poems that twine thread around the broken bits of a soul, that fling umbrella lips into beaming buckets and kind of just make you want to say, "life is beautiful, isn't it?" - a totally unbiased revi...