winter's coming, i'm going to clean these veins again
hey you,
as i scrolled through my life records--my "journal", or so people like to call them, i found traces of you--subtle yet still very much there. gestures that made me feel like a an entirely different person; one that was carefree, open-minded, but more importantly, important. surprisingly however, it seems as though these days you have become very much significant to me. even more surprising, your presence has turned me both into someone genuine, and someone i would despise be it anyone else.
remember that time those two bugs flew into my eyes and made them turn red and water? it was the same night you gave me your hat and bought me tea, your attempts to make me giggle at your singing. the messages that produce an instant grin, that batting cage we climbed so we could be that much closer to the stars.
in contrast, no one deserves to be treated like that. there are very few people i would wish it upon. notice how i didn't say i would wish it on no one? it's because i would. i would wish it upon people like me. people that don't know what they want. people like you.
"you look in the mirror then you realize you've changed." scared?
Me