some mad hope
I miss the sound of your voice
And I miss the rush of your skin
And I miss the still of the silence
As you breathe out and I breathe in
the whooshy sounds of my breathing are a constant reminder that i am still here; nothing has changed.
when will i cease?
the colours are all screwed up. ohwell.
omgggg school is 2MFM. haha.
I miss