Random Stuff: 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒌𝒚

You never know the words you should've said until they're all you're left with, until the dirt is falling and the guilt, it burns your bones and we ask the biggest question: why the fuck did this all happen? Who on Earth deserves this? And what the hell do we do now? So we live like we have lost, and we love like we are Broken, and as the colour leaves the sky, we're left in reverence of the frailty of it all... []