“and at night, I read my own bedtime stories”
Source: White Knuckle
“and at night, I read my own bedtime stories”
“We drift apart from each other until we are so alone the ache becomes routine.”
“How the scars / mellow to yellow”
“We are not the ashes of our past, but embers burning towards a future fire.”
“Strength comes, not in the grip, but the opening of the hand.”
“Our scars are a testament that we arrived at the battle.”