Florida It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dre 4 followers / 487 words
Sometimes I dream about traveling the world, all of the world, traveling it so fast that I can make it to each new timezone before it breaks noon, then nighttime will never come, I'll never sleep alone again
I find myself constantly sleep walking to visit the grave of my innocence. It's just us there but you make it seem so crowded. You take my breath away in the worst way possible. Leave marks like open wounds. You've turned every path I travel into a mine field.
Sometimes I think that I am childish for flashing back. My only justification is that I have no control over it. Move on. Grow up. Let your innocence rest in peace.