How can you revive what’s dead inside?
July 20th, 2014 1:43 AM
You know the worst part is when she stuffs the rose petals I gave her with the thorns I cut off before I gave the bouquet to her. The way she went from hesitantly friendly to something worse when she knew I was down. It used to scare me, but I’m used to it now. I poured out the water I was saving for a rainy day. I made sure it could fly up to the clouds before it could hit her windshield. And she would think of me. Me. Just Me. And I miss that. .. The train that runs through my backyard rolls off into the West. I wish I was on it. Or well… You know those thoughts that pass through your mind, and you should never ever think them, but you do any way and you feel satisfied instead of horrified? It happens to me more often than it should. But I still smile. Lug this heavy head around for another year. One More Year till I can move out and move on.
Live for Happiness. Die for Peace.
I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys.”
— Rudy Francisco, A Lot Like You (via alotlikeyouu)