This heart has found dancing in its destruction,the world is not cold but pieces overheated with threats to the kingdom and the pythons of the world crave a tight grip. These beaches will be the death of me, phones calls for sweet voices become a enemy. Memories of the ones who entered your vessel laugh because pieces of your universe belongs to them, now all that remains is sheild of independence and entitlement that's scares away the thought of the L word because it seems like a tale told in PG lenses.