thundercandy
There is a power that is harnessed within the world's core that keeps us all going. Keeps the skies blue and the rivers moving. Not a work of a miracle, maybe perhaps of a science, but such a breathing planet proves to us to be such a marvel for how the Earth itself has kept US-- human kind, going. Walking. Being. Existing.
Okay, I am seriously looking at this word and there is not much coming into my head. Other than the fact that I'm typing complete bull crap. Alright... uh... let's see. Distributor. Distributing... um... Okay I got nothing.
Dwell. Something that I didn’t intend to always make myself do. I didn’t mean to always hold on and remember all the things and mistakes that I always did wrong because for some reason I always managed to mess up. I held on to the hurt and dwelling made it become who I am. Anxiety. It was mine. And in the end, it was me.