running around standing still

May you stay here, may you stay here

happy in your own skin, on the ninth cloud

Have you ever tried riding a bicycle against the wind?
It just hurts. 


BE WHO YOU ARE.

No more temporary fixes.
No more empty glass.
No more, no more, no more.

I think  I'm learning when to realize,

enough is enough.

On a normal day, walking down the sidewalk...

a crowd of people pass by. A crowd of people, everyone with some where to go.

I'm standing still, Still I stand looking for you.