emily.elizabeth
Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by,
not slowly either,
but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror.
It's passing,
yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving.
not slowly either,
but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror.
It's passing,
yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving.