i write habitually as a way to
verbalize my far too complex thoughts which
are always in a web of words, tightly woven in fabric of sentences
that complicate life unnessarily.
TIME CHECK - 03:12 a.m
I understand the feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. and how it can actually ache in places that you didn’t know you have inside you. And it doesn’t matter how many hair cuts you get or how many times you pop some bubbly with your girlfriends. You still go to bed every night, going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have miss understood. And how in the hell for that breathe moment you could think that you were that happy and sometimes you could even convince yourself that he’ll sees the light and show up at your door.
Because you’re hoping you’re wrong and every time he does something no good you would ignore it and every time he comes through and surprises you he wins you over and you lose that argument with yourself that he’s not for you.
