words never mean anything
and the ones that do are never being said out loud
silence is a prophet
a very somber one at that
but we just love to believe in something, don’t we
maybe tomorrow will change everything
maybe tomorrow will reveal nothing
nothing is the antidote for expectation
it’s in the sweet numbness of their rejection
it’s in the bitter aftertaste of your undying hope
it will happen again
I will happen
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 6:34 PM UTC
words never mean anything
and the ones that do are never being said out loud
silence is a prophet
a very somber one at that
but we just love to believe in something, don’t we
maybe tomorrow will change everything
maybe tomorrow will reveal nothing
nothing is the antidote for expectation
it’s in the sweet numbness of their rejection
it’s in the bitter aftertaste of your undying hope
it will happen again
I will happen