And I've been hanging in a house of cards for months on end, swinging back and forth beneath a creaking rafter at the wind's every whim. I always 'forgot' to close the windows so that I could let in the cold, knowing discomfort and disappointment were the only peace I'd ever known. I've got excuse upon excuse for every broken bone, but in the end, I broke them all myself to give the pain a home.
(Levi the Poet)
- JoinedMarch 25, 2013