“I am out at a sea
Made completely up of maybes,
Whether I drown or swim
Is still an unsolved mystery,
Whether someone comes and saves me
Is something I’ve still to see
All I know is the time is passing
And I’m getting lost in this sea,
It is endless and flowing
Just like the prospect of these maybes”
— s.r // maybes
''He makes you the happiest you can be,
the saddest you can be,
give you the most anxiety you possibly could have
and make you horny
all at the same time.''