It might seem like I've got it all under control. Every next step planned, my shit sorted out. But to be honest everything is fucking chaos. It's just spontanious decisions reflected of my constant need of not getting stuck. My need of moving. Not moving as in being on the run every single day. Just moving my soul to different places and moving bits of my heart into other peoples hearts. That might sound a bit messy.
But everything is a mess. It's my beautiful mess. I wouldn't want it any other way.
But everything is a mess. It's my beautiful mess. I wouldn't want it any other way.
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