Amidst the trees, I lose my fear Their hushed wisdom draws me near
The town we live, where names exist on each breath, there’s a witch’s verdict even in her dreams, she could never escape
Intoxicated with the night air, you feel like you could do anything and you wouldn't be judged. So you do. You sit in the middle of the road, you do handstands, and you let loose. It feels like you've been embraced by a warm blanket that is cool to the touch.
Perspectives on Psychopathic Psychology found in every-day life. Nobelia.org Self-Discovery Project
Our circumstances do not determine who we become, we do. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise.
Desiderata and Errata pt 2 By Syl Dinada