yourmindslosingyou:
I keep searching and all I find time after time is nothing. Empty people, empty promises and empty words. Why can’t someone mean something for once and have something about them that makes them real?
I keep searching and all I find time after time is nothing.
Empty people, empty promises and empty words.
Why can’t someone mean something for once and have something about them that makes them real?
thedustdancestoo:
this was the end of some beginning that never began; i guess endings are just preambles to new beginnings— it’s confusing, i know, like life. so i let an ordinary second pass, and hang there, suspended in the exhale of a breath; and just like that, i was free of you.
this was the end
of some beginning
that never began;
i guess endings
are just preambles
to new beginnings—
it’s confusing, i know,
like life. so i let an ordinary
second pass, and hang
there, suspended
in the exhale of a breath;
and just like that,
i was free of you.