no matter how it might work. my mind is always being tossed and emptied out every time. and when i am merely trying to get the change out of my pockets, they always seem to be filled with bitterness.
no one is perfect, so we use each other as a crutch..
I am more than I know myself to be. I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion
