some mornings I wake up jumping out of my bed. I stare at the sun for too long through the open windows. But there are mornings, when I don't wake up at all… . My body,too heavy and the ceiling, too nice.
No, I am not ready for a pet…
If I used to love you and we don't talk anymore,you probably don't know this. I tend to love too hard and break too much. If another life leaves me on my own, my body might survive… But my soul, it is covered in bruises, I am afraid that there is no space for mending….
So, No, I am not ready for a pet…..
when I look at those puppy eyes, my brain starts a race…. A race that I cannot finish…. Cause each time I sprint, I fall back on my knees and I see a picture, A picture of me… So far away holding on, to an empty leash… .
Falling in love can be really scary.. So let's take it slow... One day at a time..