To say I’m surprised by how much changes even within just a year is so stupidly cliché and unnecessary of me. I feel like I sometimes write as if I’m the first person to ever experience very simple and common revelations and it drives me nuts because of course every living and breathing human being could tell you, yeah, things change a lot in a year. They’re supposed to. I’m not special.
Have you ever been in a place where you go back, rewind to a particular moment and try to dissect what you could have done differently?
How cruel that the present we enjoy is condemned to insignificance before it even happens.
Your apartment had a very distinct smell that I remember almost crying over during our last day sitting around on that super shitty couch (remember how the back of the couch was broken?) and you were taking post-its off the wall and I felt like my head was blowing up like a balloon because of how hard I was keeping it all together.
When you close your eyes, is it me your mind drifts to?
These lips that you gave hope to, only for you to take it away again.
I am rebuilding my life the only way I know how. By starting over, with a clean slate.
Goodbyes are endings, but memories stay. Feelings last.
and my eyes, I wonder if they have a language of their own
Your life will never be the same. Travel is like a venus fly trap that sucks you in and will never let you go.