Mar 2015
it hasn't hit me (yet) that all that is left
is myself, and the pictures we hung up, but never really were as happy as we smiled in them.
is myself, and the pictures we hung up, but never really were as happy as we smiled in them.
i am standing by the fence, acting a fool to get kittens to come near me just so i can hold them. hold something other than myself. i have reached pure loneliness
