It’s as if I’m not allowed to miss you because you aren’t the same person nor want anything to do with me. It’s like.. you’re dead.
I worked on this hoping I could fill my void of the unknown; not knowing what happened or how love escaped my grasp without me even letting go, & I fill it with the memories of what I do know.. or DID know. I didn’t work on this pathologically with a motive, hoping someone would run and conjure some sort of conflict or drama from this. I worked on this so I could enjoy the best time of my life and bottle it up and share it with you. I worked on this acknowledging that it’s okay to stroll down memory lane and miss it til it hurts, til you’re sick of missing it, and til you’re sick of hurting.
PEACE. Love, Harmony.
TIGHTER . SWEETER . HIGHER . FLYER . Don't want my peaches? Don't shake my tree.
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Full time employee of General Dynamics IT, full time student majoring in political science, part time import model, part time writer. Classically trained pianist & rebel with plenty of causes. I post from intimacy and intellect, thoroughly answer questions or requests on advice, and share pictures documenting my life.
