..is what he said, standing right next to the abyss, what things would I miss, are they worth the wait ?
Sometimes it shines through the leaves of your cover, of your reality.
Does it match, does it roll on the foreign soil. My hands are trembling , my eyes are shaking, looking down into the dark unknown.
Is there matter. 🙃 is there hope, we’re gonna find the rope, that lifts us up upon, or hangs us down to die.