half a crescent moon pacing and playing through the sky shot with the bitter nostalgia i chase it with lime the way he fiddles constantly playing a record that leaves a sour taste in my mouth drifting to sleep he still waits for me to kiss him goodnight
Whether it's changing a phone case or pursuing another field, it never ceases to give me this sinking feeling in my stomach and i just never know how to handle it. do you get used to it? i type words of encouragement for myself write down all words synonymous to positivity until it sinks in