The rhythm of the heart matches the ceiling fan – it’s fast, but the wind cools me as well. It feels good to feel alive again, to feel my heart beat and ache, my body is reacting to the world, I am an agent in the chaos, something wants to become of this. I don’t…

i am okay, sick tired, sleepless, cannot rest when will body go

i made up the hintor read it wrong, either waynow i’m with my songs