Right now, while I am standing in this train full of people, all I can think about is nothing, and everything at the same time.

I can hear my heart beating, my breath that goes unsteady. My eyelashes as I blink, my throat as I swallow. But what I cannot hear is your voice, for  you're not mine anymore.

The sad thing is, I still am yours.

It seems as everything goes on, I stand still. The river keeps flowing, but I'm that dead fish that's stuck behind a rock. Believe me when I say, I am trying my hardest to swim again.

But it feels like everytime I think I'll be able to move again, another fish rushes by and reminds me of you. And there I am, stuck again behind that ******* rock.

The worst thing is, you've created this rock for me. We build it togheter. And while to the outsiders I pretend to be swimming again, the insiders just hang on with me.

The art of letting go, is not to step over te pain.
It's not to ignore your feelings, ignore the ache.

The art of letting go, is being able to let the pain in.
Let it overwhelm you, and afterwards take control.

Because the amazing Brendon Urie once said: "being blue, is better than being over it"

When you're reading an amazing book,
you don't escape live,
you dive into it.

( dutch)
Als je een geweldig boek leest,
ontsnap je niet aan het leven,
maar je duikt er juist in.

She's a very special girl.

People burn themselves trying to catch her light.
People drown trying to look in her blue blue eyes.

I don't know if I'm better off  with or without you.
When I'm not with you, all I do is miss you. All I do is trying to connect with you in any way possible.

But when I'm finally with you, all I do is cry because I finally can.
Because I can finally show my feelings.

But lately you've become mad everytime I told you my feelings. Not when we're face to face, then you just hug me till it's over. But when I'm  texting you or calling you, all you do is get upset because I tell you how I feel.

maybe we're toxic