narrow-minded fools can’t see past their own nose.
hate is a parasite within each of us.
till our only mission in life bespeaks to fight against what we speak.
but i’m still alive.
give us a little space for us to be ourselves/ to laugh and smile a little before night falls.
why can’t you let one of the purest emotions remain untainted?
someday, i will board the ferry, and greet charon with an obol and hopes of a fool
alive for sixteen, almost seventeen years.
going through some things, like everyone else on this earth.
i just want everything to go back to normal. that’s all i want.