June 2011
40 posts
Through the looking glass.
After all this time, I thought you would actually see it. Your eyes are open, but they’re not seeing. Your mind isn’t registering it. Your words often contradict themselves. You are holding onto what was in the past, afraid that another chance would never come by. You are holding onto something that hurts you the most. Sometimes, I feel like shaking you out of it because it isn’t...
