Get up. No one’s coming to save you.

I think here I will leave you. It has come to seem there is no perfect ending.
Indeed, there are infinite endings.
Or perhaps, once one begins,
there are only endings.

I was already leaving before I’d arrived.

How can I ask someone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

I crave affection; and run from it.

Red sky at night, shepherd delight 😛😼

Mother, I need you too. I’m trying but I can’t do it by myself.

I was born to love.

Sometimes I wonder how long it would take people to notice, if i just stopped talking.

My world of wind
Far and for only one
Where time is on the run
The lizard hides
By my grassy palm
And guides me by the leg and arm
The thrill of my loneliness charms
I seem to be
The only tree
To wash my branches in the sea
I hope I don't disappear
I've never felt free

You said that we would always be branches on the same old tree, reaching away from each other for eternity and you know I can’t argue with that.

I’m scared to write my thoughts down incase someone steals them