waiting on the world to change
i still don't know why i feel compelled to consult this text box on my computer screen just about every night. i wish there was something to say. i wish i had something i could feel good about saying.
but when i think about my day...
all that comes to mind is that
i miss him.
i. miss. him.
i rack my brain for something to make this better. and i know that all that's left for us is time. time is the only thing with any chance of healing this at all. but for some reason it doesn't stop me from going over and over and over the same possibilities every few hours. i doesnt stop me from asking myself the same questions again and again. it doesn't stop the ache. it doesn't fill this space.
i know it takes time.
but i miss him so god damn much.
:'''''''(
but when i think about my day...
all that comes to mind is that
i miss him.
i. miss. him.
i rack my brain for something to make this better. and i know that all that's left for us is time. time is the only thing with any chance of healing this at all. but for some reason it doesn't stop me from going over and over and over the same possibilities every few hours. i doesnt stop me from asking myself the same questions again and again. it doesn't stop the ache. it doesn't fill this space.
i know it takes time.
but i miss him so god damn much.
:'''''''(