Getaway

Never plan for the future, plans give you hope thinking everything will workout. Then when things go sour you are left with ash and helplessness. Never plan, just let things happen, if it’s meant to be it will be.

Am I broken?

She has become every thought that runs through my head, she has become the blood in my veins. The water that I crave, slowing filling my lungs taking every breath from my body till they are filled to the brim. She has become my ecstasy, the pain that reminds me that I am still alive. The motivation to run, to hide the scars that have become so deep. The constant reminder of fallen dreams and promises we didn’t keep.

She will always be my favorite song.

Everyone wants to ask questions and receive an answer. It’s never that easy, questions and blind misguided thoughts and answers and twisted words. People ask questions to gain something lost or misplaced or maybe even something new. Questions need answers but people are to selfish to share when you are in need so they leave you starving for something that could just as easily be given as it is taken.

I million things I wish I could say to you, and not an ounce of courage to speak a word. There is a reason I’m always quite, I could say something but I would rather sit back and watch. Learn with my eyes and not my heart.

Tonight I will lay here wide awake and miss you.

“I’m only chasing this feeling to get back what my heart lacks.”

The fact that these sleepless nights keep getting longer and longer can’t be a good thing. This insomnia needs to stop, or it just need to find a way to block all of these thoughts from my head so I can rest. Actually being able to get a good nights rest would be nice, considering I haven’t had one in over a month now.