mollytrolley
I was born in the spring. right in the middle of it. Adolescense is the spring of our lives, when lust and labor are finally born, like pollen in the air, itching in your nose.
Conviction. It is drained from the mind with every computer or television screen. It is pulled into the cracks in the couch, hidden by the lazy cushions. It is the keys that never can be found, but so desperately need to be.