catch-up

I’m tired of never fitting in.

archipelago

individuals,we mark x on the same map,on the same earth,we occupy different spots – our niche, we dominate – we fall to predators,chase after prey, our own islands,we drift by ourselves,individuals with different tastesand personalities and looks,yet the bonds of fate,cruel red strings,tie us together,linked in the same ocean,the empty expanse of landless lonely,where predator