I can't burn the street down, the tar will fill our lungs, I can't fix the bridges, or the bolts bedded in our tongues. I can't explain the constant, buried deep beneath the rose, with all the other things I broke; death and all erodes.
I'm Kate. I'm 26 years old and ... fucking it all up.
I've let my training kick in and now I find it impossible to open up to people. I've lost my closest friends, my partner, and myself, somewhere in that.
I am so proud and happy to be back on deviantart, and particuarly to be running #BurdenedHearts, but some nights I just get lonely. and I want to talk to people.. so say hi, and lets try and find some common ground.