I Am Filled With Nothingness
The cold nostalgia that sends chills down to the core, reminding you of happy moments of people who aren’t there anymore.
The cold nostalgia that sends chills down to the core, reminding you of happy moments of people who aren’t there anymore.
I am trapped. I am surrounded. By my own expectations. By my own desires.
I wish to see our broken, jagged pieces meshing together .