24 February 2013
You must think I'm crazy. Everyone is in the spring. Superficial weirdness.
Is that even a thing? My head keeps on churning.
So I guess I'm thinking fast. To much time to think, Regretfully little time to last. And no time goes by like that. No one is quite like me, Guess there's no one quite like you. Especially with those strange little things you do.
Strange • Opuss № I