Sometimes I feel like it was all just an illusion.That I had made you up in my mind. That everything that's happened is nothing more than a figment of my imagination. The long stretches between one conversation to the next only seems to aggravate the situation.
Most times I can't even imagine the way you look. I only see a silhouette, and everything else is a blur.
Where are we heading? We seem to take two steps forward and then twenty-seven to the back.
there is comfor in thw unknown. The healthy human mind doesn't wake up in the morning thinking this is its last day on Earth. But I think that's a luxury, not a curse. To know you're not where you are at is a kind of freedom. Good time to take...inventory.
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