Connections are such a strange thi… Two strangers can share more intim… then any other experience in a lif… I wake up next to a window, I see the top of a building and di…
I said that I had missed you, catching up has been hard. I was seeking closure. But you said you still miss me literally all the time.
Sometimes I feel like I will thin… Like the hours in the day might sw… All I want to do is to talk to yo… You have these ideas in your head… They keep me farther away from you…
I’m never comfortable, I’m always… Take me back to the beginning It will all be the same Step forward a bit, turn around It will all be the same
can beauty exist without pain can the rain-forest exist without the cries from the rain the novelty of remembering one’s n… is like a creature in the great te…
6 years ago 6 years ago 6 year ago… how would you ever know. It honestly feels like time never… stuck in the past and it really sh… Honestly, you’ll never know.
Do we believe in divine timing? That maybe we need this– the time… To grow separately, to learn a les… That no matter how long, it brought us back together again.
If you’re guilty and you know it,… Karma is just a different form of… Everything you ever said, I’ve go… Tried one more bump, now I’m bumm… Fly one more time, and I’m fucked…
Watching him face his own mortalit… I then look at my life and I thin… Where you are is far away But in this life I’m here to stay I dream of yonder
I stepped out into the future unkn… Blinded from all the proof of trut… I see with my eyes closed But I’m afraid of the dark I capture the light in my hands
I find myself in situations where… Observing people and time as time… I keep looking into the past Then next thing I know it’s two y… The date keeps changing
To tell you the feeling, I’ll hav… Way passed the story-line, way pas… Not just a feeling, more than a th… A rush of cold air, not just despa… Light-headed memories, leave me st…
I couldn’t imagine, what life could’ve been if I would be able to experience your grin. Taking my time,
I had a dream again, I couldn’t see your face - but I knew it was you. Walking by in a crowded hallway.
As soon as I start writing - I know it isn’t a good sign. Why is it that I never write about anything good? Maybe I’m afraid I’ll