Slowly, one pedal at a time, they took away my beauty.
Slowly, one drop of color at a time, They took away what was mine.
Slowly, one day at a time, I hope I will get what’s mine.
But slowly, One day at a time, I get hurt by the old father, time.
New Camera :)
Is it possible for me to have it?
Has my stress and life struggles put me face to face with this sort of opponent? I guess one of my Final Fights have begun… Thinking of heading to the doctors to get my head checked on. I might just have depression based off of what I have learned in my most recent study of psychology.
Hitchhikers! They were pretty awesome to talk to, but I could see how they were talking and I wish I could have helped them on their journey around the world.
Every single one I hear, every time they cross my mind….
I just want to make it better for you, and it pains me when I see that…
You’re just falling in once again….
Tying a rope to wherever I am and diving in to help, I just hope that you will look to me and hold on.
Recent battles in my mind have left me bleeding, but I’m staying strong.
Been Offline of tumblr for awhile, will be for the next year, trying to move out so focusing all attention to such. peace everyone!
Feeling about as wise as a tree