I can't. I just.
Sometimes I think, how the hell do other people go about this business of living?
To get by, I just consume things. In taste, in images, in stories, in thoughts that would never be given form. And sometimes I ask myself why. And most times, I just turn my head around and close my eyes.
Sometimes I think, how the hell do other people go about this business of living?
To get by, I just consume things. In taste, in images, in stories, in thoughts that would never be given form. And sometimes I ask myself why. And most times, I just turn my head around and close my eyes.
