Sitting, Waiting, Wishing
There are times when I wish that I could travel back to a certain point in my life where everything seemed magical. Perfect.
It’s hard.
Over the years friends have turned against me, for silly reasons that I have yet to piece together. Trust has been broken. People have many faces.
Love is still foreign to me.
“Like” has never turned into love, but I am still waiting… patiently.
The summer is a happy time. Or it use to be. The cabin might be no more. I don’t think I can let go. The memories.
My grandfather…but Dad’s health is important.
Fuck! Everything is falling apart. Stress. It’s getting the better of me. Sleep… It’s overrated.
It’s hard.
Over the years friends have turned against me, for silly reasons that I have yet to piece together. Trust has been broken. People have many faces.
Love is still foreign to me.
“Like” has never turned into love, but I am still waiting… patiently.
The summer is a happy time. Or it use to be. The cabin might be no more. I don’t think I can let go. The memories.
My grandfather…but Dad’s health is important.
Fuck! Everything is falling apart. Stress. It’s getting the better of me. Sleep… It’s overrated.