The moment everything slows down you begin to slip through the cracks. Thoughts of you creep into my quiet mind. Sometimes it feels like all the air has escaped my lungs and I look at my hands and I touch my face just to see if the things that I feel are real… if any of this is real. The words “he’s really gone” echo in my mind. I sit for a bit and hold in tears, until I snap back to reality. But every now and then I can’t help but think about how it wasn’t supposed to end this way. Not you and me and these memories. It was never supposed to end this way.
– I am an ancient soul, in a modern body, with a futuristic state of mind.#SYLM
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