antoniaalee
If there were only a way to surrender my dreams, to string them as little beads in a star-strewn galaxy... if I could spend my life as a feather, catching in my palms saltwater tears and grains of sand, hung in a window in moonshine, I would only bathe myself in nightmares for the rest of my life.
I am a wanderer. I am a homeless one, seeking comfort in the cracks and crevices of the world- perpetually lonely, always lost. The world is only a plane of existence for me to wander; there is no gravity to tether my soul to anything else. I am forever chasing another sunset.
I have spent so much of my time being broken that even the idea of someone healing me leaves a strange aftertaste upon my tongue, a foreign intruder to my way my mind has set itself to function by expelling anything and anyone even remotely out of my comfort zone. It's a good kind of different, being this way and feeling like this.. the irony just hasn't escaped me, though, that it took him breaking me before I could put myself back together..