I see the world in many ways
Like a small faceted gem
Everyone asks if I’m crazy
Or is it only them?
I see the world in many ways
Like a small faceted gem
Everyone asks if I’m crazy
Or is it only them?
I sit atop a storming cloud
And watch the boiling sea
And think, is all the world insane?
Or is it only me?
What do crying baby robins smell like? They probably stink. Batman collects them. (Not like this but who cares?)
Crimsonhorror asked who’s crying: It’s Tim. I don’t know why since it would make more sense if it’s Jason but I ignore thoughts of logic (or maybe not, cry Tim cry!).