My heart no longer drops when I read your name.
My stomach has stopped getting tangled.
My lungs don’t hold in air until I remember to breathe again.
My conscience now feels clean.
half-baked
A blog for the incomplete
My heart no longer drops when I read your name.
My stomach has stopped getting tangled.
My lungs don’t hold in air until I remember to breathe again.
My conscience now feels clean.
half-baked 