I wanna scream and shout and let it all out.
Everything goes south and then travels back north. It’s a cycle, that we must ride out to the top.
Tabuleiro - Minas Gerais (by Francisco P. Campos)
Literally just cried without actually crying or making a sound at all..
Make sense? Yeah, no. Why do my fears have to play into my dreams.. and become nightmares? Why do white lies bother me so much? Because I’ve seen what white lies lead to….