“In my mind I am eloquent; I can climb intricate scaffolds of words to reach the highest cathedral ceilings and paint my thoughts. But when I open my mouth, everything collapses.”
How could you be so cruel.
Isn’t it strange how life-or-death situations have become trivial matters as we get older? I’m glad bruised bananas don’t affect my life anymore.
Marching to the beat of my own drum, like always.