Three years have passed since you left your earthly bodies and gained your angel wings among the clouds; 1,095 days, 26,280 hours.
Who gave you the right to crash into my life?
The love I so courageously put forth will surely circle back and surround me entirely. I just have to keep hoping, keep loving, and keep believing in the goodness that is still out there.
Give me your fears, your failures, your imperfections.
i sleep, and the sickness sleeps with me.
did you honestly think i was a low-rent motel? run-down and worn out, offering cheap hourly rates and welcoming anyone with a pulse? no.