It's funny how in a certain light we all look the same
It's funny how in a certain light we all look the same
I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell
"Let your clarity define you, in the end, we will only just remember how it feels."
Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything, creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle, and then you choose. You can live in the wreckage and pretend it's still the mansion you remember. Or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild. Because after disaster strikes, the important thing is that you move on. But if you're like me, you just keep chasing the storm.
