my body feels weak, my heart beats dully. i wonder if i'm human so many times during the day because feeling shouldn't be this acute, this sharp.
most days, i wish i was on a spaceship, so that i can fly high above the houses in the country. to reach out and touch dense atmosphere and bright stars. wouldn't that be wonderful? to live in a world so free?
rough hands, rough face, rough hands, rough seasons, rough fights
