laurel
Wash away my pain with your soft sentiments and noble values. I'll bask in the hot shower of hope as long as the water's running. But of course one day this too will end and I'll only get dirty again.
Strung out on another. My favorite way to be. Of course that's the opposite of true. What was it like to be strung out? I very nearly forget but then again, how could I?
A century past, only 100 years and already I can't picture it. Change just keeps gaining momentum. When will it hit its apex? When will the world break out in chaos until change gradually slows to an inevitable halt?