Thank you, much needed actually :)
I have to keep to myself for a while I think, I’m not gonna be okay for a while and I accept it I guess. I know for a fact that I won’t love human being even close to the way I loved you. I’m sorry I still think about you.
fuck this life. i want a new one, and i will get it
there’s a map under my bed, in my schedule ill fit
Hindered by sober restlessness. Submitting to the amber crutch. The theme in my aching prose. Fantasizing the sight of Manhattan; that pour of a bitter red being that escapes a thin frame. The rebirth of mutual love. The slipping on gloves to lay tenderly.
- “Is it blissful?”
“It’s like a dream.”
- “I want to dream.”