that gravitational pull, rolling in the whelming flood, that feeling when the water pulls away at the sands around your feet, the salt and the peace and the weight, so inescapable. and there’s always a place for me in its power. I’m always home, I always belong and it always weathers me. the green, glassy sunlight, those white-tipped whispers, that ever-changing, always...
people never change ?
people are always going to love you, and you’re not really ever going to get it. so I guess, if you do one day, instead of being angry and hurt that it worked with someone else I think I’ll hope to be happy…
it comes in gusts: hatred, hope, forgiveness. you are dead, dead. dead to me now. you can be who you want, do what you feel, if anything. no, my influence wasn’t an illusion. but it’s all over now. here’s to you, and the dreams I left behind: once I said we were like puzzle pieces but not meant to go together - just rest side by side. I didn’t listen to...