Useless feet. Only for stepping on the ones we care about
Strong legs. For running away from everyone when we're filled with doubt
A weak body. For absorbing our painful beatings
One pair of broad shoulders. To lift this frail world from all the pain it holds and stop ourselves from breathing
Two unprepaired arms. Who's only use to carry the burden of weathered hands
Cancered hands. Stricken with the cold disease of not being able to hold and care for other lonesome hands
A strong neck. Giving the option to turn and see who is waiting to strike us down
The haunted face. That hides our ocean of thoughts that will one day suffucate us until we drown.
Screw the meh!
dude this is intense work. it feels like someone's energy after a horrible event has happend. its awesome :) i commend you.
~Grass is green~ <^>