stumbling // dedicated to the one that feels like home
The stand, the protest, of all that is unjust!
On my way through the dark woods I stumbled upon....
Forgive me when I'm afraid of falling.
Through the mirror I see my soul, Through my eyes black as coal.
As I walked out the backdoor... something didn't look right.... The air was heavy
I continue to walk, quickening my pace. People scream from all around me, shouting unknown words.
stumbling isn't the same as falling #stumble