Pilots fly
us to the other
side and we
fall, fail, and
oceans swallow us deeply
looking for old men.
Pilots fly
us to the other
side and we
fall, fail, and
oceans swallow us deeply
looking for old men.
Depression, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by calvin on March 26, 2017 - 9:34 am
hate to be the bearer of bad news Carl, historically, wisdom does not offer it’s passenagers a parachute
#2 by Carl on March 26, 2017 - 11:29 am
Keep reminding me, okay?
#3 by calvin on March 26, 2017 - 7:25 pm
ditto