wordgasm

1. 27
   Sep
   

   Mental Junkyard

   The only space where only you and I exist is the world within a picture frame. But it will only stay in that vicinity, never to jump out into reality.

   It seems that I am cursed with this eternal presence of your face in my mind. I cannot escape it. Like the fate of a raindrop that will always be bound to drop to the ground.

   If everyone believes you’re so fly, then who’s gonna save you when you fall?