Now, words feel irrelevant. False hopes are losing to reality.
"She walks the niiight" Sorry Dallas I didn't get the memo, 17 days were not enough to love her. Even a year went by without me knowing, not feeling what I used to feel, what I know I could feel.
I don't know if I can ever feel it again. Maybe I'll find out In 17 days.
Paying homage to an all time favorite song of mine, "Hello I'm in Delaware" by City and Colour. Along with what I'm going through at the moment.