"My vocal chords have been fighting
My mouth likes to spite me
It never says the words that come to mind
I brought a stick to a gun fight
And I’m stuck with my tongue tied
I run but I can’t hide what’s always there is"
what I should be doing: writing my 5 page essay that’s due tomorrow
what I’m actually doing: creeping the Parachute tag aND CRYING BECAUSE THE PICTURES ARE ALL TOO MUCH FOR MY FEEBLE HEART
So here’s my daily reminder to join the Flight Crew! You won’t regret it!