a faraway midnight person understanding exactly it is how i feel without explaining his predicament, and reassuring me of how strong he thinks i am (and he says that's what he likes about me, my how sweet are we) . it makes things easier to tell, because written words are possible.
what if it doesnt come?
what if nothing lies in store?
what if that's the end of it all.
everyday when i wake when i walk when i think, i wonder what is it that's stopping me from thelightsforeverfaded and what makes breathing worth it because sometimes living is not. sometimes, i say. the intermission never appears out of nowhere.