High TalkSubmitNation/
20 yrs old/
Male/
Maybe there was never a sky to begin with, maybe the whole time it was at-most-fear holding us planted here to the Earth and I sat wearing out the flint on my white Bic lighter, knowing I'd lost the spark long before the butane went, saying to myself, "The only thing you ever gained from biting your tongue is a bloody mouth." But I digress.
