i sit waiting for reality to hit me
but i think i've run so far and so fast
that at some point it lost me or i lost it
and neither of us care to search...
i don't think i can snap out of it this time.
Sometimes I feel like all of the ink in my hand has run out
I keep making the motions
But I don't feel the emotions
I keep drawing in the air
But I can no longer sense anything there.
Sorry I've been so inactive, school's been keeping me busy =)
Hope everyone is doing great <3 missed ya'll
My forest is dark
The trees are sad
And all the butterflies have broken wings
I feel drained
and I can’t do anything but
complain about the way I’m
slowly fading away
I should change,
but the more people tell me
I’m only good at breaking hearts
the more I leave ‘em behind
stop trying to fix me,
i will not stay this time
I wish I did
like my guitar
and your eyes
and the way you looked that night
and the stars in June
in the big Vermont sky
and the way my heart
always shined around yours.