yassiedarling
The troops will rally around when the time will come, and yet how far away is that day? For now they sit in their bunks and count the tiles on the ceiling, dream about the women that they left behind for the salary or in anger. How far away is the day that this all becomes worth it?
If I could you shrink and fit into your pocket, I would. I want nothing more than to be safe with you forever. I'm so scared. Is this really it? I fucking hope not. I need that comfort.
I was overjoyed to see you, but I hid it in all of the kisses I gave you. I forgot how soft your arms are, how safe you smell, how you make me feel all over. You are mine, I forgot this too.
Feeling bleak is not the same as feeling hopeless. It's feeling like you are stuck, yes, but it's knowing there really is a way out - you just haven't found it yet. Keep on trying. Trust me.
This could be a colour, this could be a feeling, this could be anything. It could be an outlook on life. It could be the weather. What will you make of this? TIME. OMG. STUCK.