Ava

You better hold me when it's coming. You this body start to feel like it isn't mine.

Don't you understand we all need. To feel like we're something or someone.

Now you know how it will go. I will loose my mind.

And I assume that I love you and that you know what it means to me.

What is lost will soon be found, or is it the other way around?

I just can't get my shit together. Why is it so damn hard to just feel fine?