Feb 08, 2014 23:39
the night is like a moment, a love, a dream, aloud. a kiss. a cry.
fleeting things, all things i seem to dwell on. nothing sinks in, not who i am, or where i'm going. none of the future makes sense except him. i wish i was my own sometimes... that the things i wanted made sense.
i'll just stay here.
a night alone is hard, i wish it wasn't. i wish i was better.