Have you ever felt so full of life?
That song on the radio. You have to scramble, because your insides threaten to spill over. Your body is bursting at the seams, and your heart is full of technicolor spring loaded ribbons. Every nerve in your body is electrified, ready to sing and dance at the slightest touch.
These are the days of endless cartwheels and possibility of the world. Too tired to care, too full of life to sleep.
The world is your canvas, your life the paintbrush.
"Do you still keep pictures from girlfriends? Are they prettier than me? And if I'd fall, would you pick me up?"
~ The Quiz by Hello Saferide
That song on the radio. You have to scramble, because your insides threaten to spill over. Your body is bursting at the seams, and your heart is full of technicolor spring loaded ribbons. Every nerve in your body is electrified, ready to sing and dance at the slightest touch.
These are the days of endless cartwheels and possibility of the world. Too tired to care, too full of life to sleep.
The world is your canvas, your life the paintbrush.
"Do you still keep pictures from girlfriends? Are they prettier than me? And if I'd fall, would you pick me up?"
~ The Quiz by Hello Saferide
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