in the quiet middle

i used to be excited for what’s next

but now the future feels more like a threat than a dream

i used to be excited for what’s next

but now the future feels more like a threat than a dream

maybe none of this means anything

and maybe that’s not a problem

maybe none of this means anything

and maybe that’s not a problem

how does love turn into pain?

and why do we keep handing it forward

how does love turn into pain?

and why do we keep handing it forward