maybe there's no time for • l o v e •
no room, no patience. like a fairy with its ass stuck in quicksand, it just gets pulled under and choked by the damn realities of life. does this mean we are old, V? skin is no more lucid and pliable... just hard.
nothing seeps in anymore, damn it!
is there no way to open it all up? is there no way to just let it all in without worrying about this or that? do we know too much? are we too responsible? are we too jaded?
why bother, right? right? right?
I would... but that's not enough, is it?