Sometimes I feel like a bomb.
That any moment I might go off and who knows what would be collateral damage.
But maybe I’ll just crumble inward,
with a quiet but definitive
plume of smoke.
Sometimes I feel like a bomb.
That any moment I might go off and who knows what would be collateral damage.
But maybe I’ll just crumble inward,
with a quiet but definitive
plume of smoke.