playingwithfire
The playground of my heart keeps spinning out of control. No one plUs herd but it feels like there are footsteps everywhere imbedded for life there. How to make this feeling go away is the question of the century to feel stable again and not on a merry go round.
The third person in the row refused to move again for the umpteenth time. The family of four get up between every whistle for something. Food drink bathroom souvenirs
Crying children in dirty beds lined the wall of the orphanage. There were so many I wanted to fake them all, but that was not possible with my situation. How could so many small babies be cast aside like rags that mean nothing