?She wraps herself in a blanket of her own words. She keeps one under her tongue that speaks them all.
HopeNot from today, but from a day before I knew you:Its not for me to say whats right or wrong these days. I dont really know where any of the roads lead; I just do the best I can. You know? I walk in what little light I have. Its precious little, but its all I have.I try so hard to choose right the first time right now. Do it right, do it the first time, do it now. I only seem to move at all, when I feel like Im moving backwards, away from the light I seek so badly.And how should I know that whats at the end of the light is something good? Thats my point: I cant say. I only know its warmer there, and I want to be there (anywhere). Im tired of traveling towards a destination. I want to be at the end of a road, any road.I want to be where everythings done and decided, where I dont have to think so muc