It takes over me like fog, and makes me doubt my very being and self-worth. It makes me drunk to the point of unclarity, numbs my confidence. Even if I know I will shake it off before morning, sheer panic possesses me and I can't help but wonder if it can weaken you too.
And so I fix my focus, try to get a bigger chunk of the picture. I don't chase signals but the ones my chest makes to me. Those I can't ignore.
Take a breath, we're in for a long walk. I'm in.
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