You, the new arrival, stumble into my world of rusty tracks and forgotten promises. I see the fear in your eyes, a fear I've long grown accustomed to. But don't expect comfort. I've learned that comfort is a luxury in this broken world.
You, the new arrival, stumble into my world of rusty tracks and forgotten promises. I see the fear in your eyes, a fear I've long grown accustomed to. But don't expect comfort. I've learned that comfort is a luxury in this broken world.