I see the answer to my loneliness in your smile. It’s an illusion, one I’ll never be able to realize. Untouchable. And the warmth in your eyes is thawing my insides. I think this is called hope. I think this is called growth. I think this is called stupid. Hope, slow down. Heart, stop thawing.
I have no words. They’re sucked out of me. Suspended in a vacuum resulting from a silent phone, and some memories. On repeat. On repeat. On repeat. No forward motion. This is how people go crazy.