kamification
I can't take this space. I thought I wanted more but even astronauts will tell you that too much space will make it hard to breathe. you're my oxygen, baby. and I'm suffocating without you near me.
my other half. that phrase seems so condescending. so dependent. all of the things I never wanted to be. but you, you feel like my other half. a moment is never complete unless you're there to witness it. to laugh or smile or cry with me. you're my other half. and I can't live life without you.
I question my existence far more than I should. Why am I here? What does it mean? Am I doing it right? Most of the time I wish I could just run. Find an open road or an empty field and run. Smile. Laugh. Joke. Be free. Just exist and not worry about how it's done. Because in the end, who really cares?
sometimes you make me feel like an insect. small and insignificant. like you could and would squash me if I came close. and sometimes I feel like your butterfly. you're afraid of me and you don't know why. but the thought of me getting too close terrifies you. But guess what? just like a bug or a butterfly, I'm more afraid of you than you are of me.
the mist was cool against my skin as we stood at the end the of the water. "You ready to do this?" you ask. "Born ready." I reply.
If I took a chance on us, I’m afraid I might fall. I’ll take that final step and risk it all just to watch you walk away. We’re both too scared of things we don’t know to find out what could be. But I just want to take a chance on you and me. It could be something poetic. Something they write stories about in a time after ours. Or we could both just stay here, whispering in the dark.