hope
there's change at my fingertips but I can't touch and I can't reach
and I can't think of anything better to do
unbreakable
At Malabia on the dot of nine
...
I'm not what I'd be
if you could have someone like me
often
scary clouds and thoughts of storms
my human wins, my human runs
I follow
unwanted
the simple step, unwanted calm and need of rest
prevention
hope always straight lines. foggy straight paths. un-hide. no back. no loops.