there was good news

cheers!

truly. bright.

They can steal your sound, can't steal your soul They can steal your style, can't steal your glow

Any time I begin to write i start to cry. I get so overwhelmed my my thoughts and rushing memories as I struggle to find the words to describe a chosen situation. Every emotion is felt twice as I relive my past. Scrambling to drench my paper in words before the moment ceases, I scribble a bunch of letters and draw my mind in sentences.