hit the ground
running but it's quaking beneath me
it's profound
the lessons they're trying to teach me
fog so dense
and it's clogging my mind
won't make sense
the answers i'm trying to find
bless my soul
the world is spinning around
it's turned cold
and my head's in the clouds
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
