What are we, What is this? Find me. Who am I, Who made me? Lose me.
Tell me there's more to color then the names that we've applied. We can't put to words the things that make up you and I. Words so primitive they never can describe past the very basics no matter how hard you try.
I can't fall back onto logic onto fact. I can't make sense of experiences.
Tell me there's more to color then the names that we've applied. We can't put to words the things that make up you and I. Words so primitive they never can describe past the very basics no matter how hard you try. Tell me.
I think the most comfort I've felt in this life was being fifteen and playing this game at 2am. Words cannot describe how much this game meant to me caracalled