December 2010
1 post
i guess it’s all right. but it’s not, it’s not. i go to sleep and dream of you - your hands and your smile and us meeting after weeks apart. it’s hard to be the one on the outside, the one who waits. but i know you’re waiting too. i’ll taste the sky and feel alive again. maybe that’s it.. this life thing: these sights, these sounds, these moments; they’re not the same without you. and i don’t mean...