I do way more thinking than talking, to be honest. I'm almost always in my head.
Im lost, I think too much, feel too much, care too much. Yet I can't find a single ounce of hope. Its all dead, I ramble and exhale words without me, there is no sense in making...
We think it beautiful when the leaves change their colors and fall.
Why do we think it so hideous when people change their colors and fall?