theonethathearsthesounds
Raised. I repeat the words that I’m writing about at the beginning of these. I suppose it’s human nature to want a road map. A decision, this is what I’m going to talk about, going to do. We are raised that way. My adopted sister may have different views on the nature-nurture aspect, but all I can say is that I am who I am, because I am who I am. I’m tired of looking. Tired of why. Tired of rising.
Towers go tumbling down. They always, always do. Because what goes up must come around. And what comes down, always, always, always makes a sound.