BEAUTIFUL ' Disaster ♥
I think life enjoys flying straight past me, as though I’m in a bubble. I am floating and the air is rushing around, pushing me up and down. But I am untouched, unruffled. And I listen to the voices when they start becoming quieter, and turn my ears away when they are far too much to handle. I look about and wonder, is this even real? Am I who I say I am or am I something other? . . .
