we slip into shelters far away from prying eyes a cosmic clash of beautiful madness we evolve we move between we metamorphosis into something m

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
we slip into shelters far away from prying eyes a cosmic clash of beautiful madness we evolve we move between we metamorphosis into something m
you call her pretty tell her to smile more wear dresses you put her on display in your trophy case keep her behind the glass
once, i was contained i was safe within the confines of a bell jar town where everyone knew everyone and there was no such thing
We spend our days hanging on to old moments deep within the heart, trespassing through bookstores and bars, storing memories between dusty pages as we