Nightynight.

She greets the sadness, as she does every night. Bowing to it's greatness, while the air runs out of her.
Words left unsaid, thoughts stuck in between. "Hush hush, everything will be all right" she tells herself.

In her mind she is everything she wishes to be. There's nothing left to be done for her, she is already lost.


..things she never said.

And though she felt more sorrow than she had in years,
it was not for something new. It was for the old and the past.
It was for the missed opportunities, it was for the things she never said.
The things she wished she had done and for the things she never would.

The past is the past. And the future, the future is already lost.

We've come so far, it feels so real.

There was no more tears, only silence.
The music was off and the wind seemed no more.
The rain was calm in the air and everything's on pause.
"What to do?", she thought, and went to bed.


Take a load off..

Wouldn't you think life would be easier by now. But no, not in the slightest. It always gets harder, worse. Even if it seems to be your lowest point yet, it can always get worse. You have nothing to look forward to, but more pain, suffering and the usual displeasure of still being left for life. Congratulations.
I'd feel for you, if I still could..

This is what I am, this is what you get.



This gives me hope for the future. I love it.
I can't wait for the documentary.

Waddap

Inte bara en, utan två bästa varelser sov över inatt. Yum. Ooh happy day.


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