we are all cars running. the older we get the more things start to malfunction. but we keep going. and one day, we cannot fix us because time ran its course.
we are all cars running. the older we get the more things start to malfunction. but we keep going. and one day, we cannot fix us because time ran its course.
"I know I'm sunk deep to this point
To the point where I'm drowned
Into this bowl of honey I feel
I feel like there's no other way out"
A collection of poems about love, admiration and fondness.