Sunday, November 25, 2012
Danger isn't always loud and angry.
Red, fire engine, fire, clouds.
A fight doesn't always end when you've been knocked down.
Fight, punch, fruit juice, islands.
Sometimes, the world will try and convince you that dying is the most polite thing you could do.
Please, thank you, no I don't mind at all, go ahead.
Sometimes, they will make giving up feel just like going to sleep.
You've done enough, rest now, there's no need to carry on.
You are not in your bed. You are on the street. And you need to wake up and fight.
Written by Me at 11:49 PM