• paper_planes 10w


    we are hopeless people who are running out of time but we don't flinch. we let time pass by, slowly while we gawk at the needles create spirals in our minds. we have no one to hold on to so we let regrets lurk around like shadows and nightmares in bright sun light. we care, we live in fear of failure but time is running out and we are running out of time. regrets are increasing and hope is decreasing.