jehaan
The starlit skies bounced off his eyes as he looked up.
in the entirety, you have hurt me so much, and clouded my sight so well that i am lost for words to throw at you. You tore me apart, and i don't know how i am still alive.
Only recently, I was back on the smooth black and white keys of the piano; testing the notes; hearing my voice reverberate against the marble walls around me; Feeling the notes through my bones.
The photos that always make you tear up when you see them because you miss the good old days, when you didn't have to worry so much about everything freaking little thing.
Mothers are super important. I know half the time I want to run around screaming, half mad, half reckless. But I really do appreciate my mom. Sometimes its too much "mothering," but it shows that she expects nothing less than my best.
She used to be so small. So gentle. So innocent. So unhurt. She grew up and learned better. People would hurt her. But she would inevitably grow stronger. One day, she would break, but it wouldn't be today.
Circuses. Stilts kinda freak me out because I can barely walk without falling over anyway. So they aren't exactly for me.
How wrong is it for someone to be incomplete without another person. Shouldn't you feel whole no matter who or what is around you? Why does there always have to be a someone else?
I am still strung out! School is over but I am still constantly biting my nails. My second degree test is over but I am still freaking out. I dont even know what I am freaking out about. But Im all strung out.
Secluded from the crowd. Alone but in the center of the room. Yet they pass through you as if you are mist. Can you really be alive? Frozen as time leaves you behind.
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