Maybe there's nothing hallow in me
maybe I'm not broken,
and my body is not a thing I should wrap in a bandage of validations.
what if this is all there's to life,
joy that sometimes slips through your fingers like sand and temporary pain that lingers like...
and my body is not a thing I should wrap in a bandage of validations.
what if this is all there's to life,
joy that sometimes slips through your fingers like sand and temporary pain that lingers like...