My mind is too loud, crammed with thoughts of the future. Impossibly scared out of my wits, only comforted by the familiar and, therefore, not challenged by the unexpected when I decide to stay my hand and feet, planted firmly on the ground.
My mind is too loud, crammed with thoughts of the future. Impossibly scared out of my wits, only comforted by the familiar and, therefore, not challenged by the unexpected when I decide to stay my hand and feet, planted firmly on the ground.