A door can be a sanctuary a place that allows us to get away when the world gets tough🤯
It can be a wall between our demons and us blocking their penetration of our minds and hearts😈
I wander down the hall with each room I turn to face I only see a dark and dreary space
Each room holds a different kind of sadness one with anger, regret, heartache, and sickness
The life line that held everyone together has been severed everyone ju...
It’s not that I don’t like being introverted but I like to keep to myself and do my own things, but I also want to try and talk to others and make new friends or so... anyone else feel this way?
To say sex sells is to say our body sells
It is to say I am an item for people to just touch and see
When did something so beautiful and sacred between two people become something that brought money in