“You have to find something. Something that anchors you, something that keeps you looking forward.”
believe it.
…the little things.
we wander aimlessly, wary.
i’ve given up on them, i’ve got to rely on myself to bring clarity.
rainy days fill our heads.
“i look up to the sky, there may be nothing there to see,
but if i don’t believe in him, why should he believe in me?”
the color of the skies, painted to entrance you and i.
