all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.
pure bliss is a high i never want to be sober of. i feel on top of the earth my feet have always been glued to. this must be that freedom the wanderers speak of.
i’m tied to your soul. and you’re tied to mine. i can see it in your eyes, when you speak to me. you look like a child again, but we happened at the wrong time.
i have this terrible longing hiding inside my chest.
i wish that when i saw you for the first time, i would’ve run as fast as i could.
i’ll pray to every god, wish on every star, and do all the right things for you to live through the night.
i look forward to the darkness and the quiet. even though i am scared of it, that is the only time i feel something.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
i have bookshelves of dreams. all dying to be the one i choose to live out.
even though we are not in love anymore, your mere presence puts me at ease. your body being in my vicinity calms my restless mind.