Sometimes I Don't Want To To Imagine The Ink As My Blood. Sometimes I Truly Want To Bleed.

Sometimes I don't want to to imagine the ink as my blood. Sometimes I truly want to bleed.

I just want to go on a drive to find the edge of the world the old Europeans were raving about.

I understand now how people can suddenly believe and not believe. The faiths fades in and it fades out. We make a decision and that decision affects everything.

Why is it the more I want a baby I can't afford, the more I find men attractive?

Wish I had someone to read to.

Sometimes, I think the stories of old were just used to explain the complicated simply. It was about the delicate balances of the world and we just use different stories to describe it, but ultimately we were trying to say the same thing.