‘nothing exists past the windowsill’
the road outside bows down, only showing the sky.
upon that road I could ride forever,
but always return here.
I’m not built for the world out there
or, that’s what I’ll tell myself to pretend staying here is for the best.
Негізгі бет i wait 4 u ( tw : slight blood / injury !! )
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