This isn't the last letter nor the last thoughts that would have you in it.
This is only the beginning.
My hands are shaking - because of sleeplessness, because of caffeine, because of nicotine, because of you...or the lack thereof.
My notions are incensed by one light, humbled by one soul - yours. The wind caressing my shoulders, the occasional sunlight that touches my scarred spirit are halted by the stares and breaths we shared.
I am so scared of being happy. Heal me.
1 comments:
you will heal baby...just keep on breathing =)
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