What can we do but wait? Waiting is a game we all learn to play young Lines for rides and forms and things Time we feel is wasted, we waste it knowingly No other game we’ll play with a fact so true Games are meant to be won and lost The Victor and Fallen are equally known A finite sense of time spent Spending minutes that we know have an end But the waiting is a tricked ideal A...
if you were to breath in my air, would i feel you? if you were to swim in the same sea as i. if you were to conquer the world, would i know it? if you already conquered the depths of my mind. if you were to follow me, travel the world, to the place that i thought i could run… if you came to covet my last free emotion, and i let you, would it all be done? if you were wise, i would...
I’m not frightened. I’m not frightened of anything. The more I...– The Reader
you only live once.
so do what you fuckin want.
searching for a soulmate in a sea of strangers.– loVe.