Violet Sharp All the world is a cage.
You know when you’re near a group of ducks, all waddling and swimming around all happy, and then one of them stretches itself up high and starts flapping its wings, making a really loud commotion, but not actually taking to the air?
That’s how I feel right now.
That’s why I don’t write so much lately.
I’m just a lot of frustrated noise.
Miss you guys.





