ridiculouslyamazing
look.

in spite the strong look i give.i am shattered into pieces too.its just that you are too consumed with your sadness.that you didnt see mine. 

Between here and there.

Back in this land of cold.nearer to you but still it feels far.

evil.

the fact that you didn’t change at all.is no longer a surprise.you are truly.the definition of a loser.and i am an even more loser for wasting years of my life trying to show you the goodness of life when you are in fact the very thing that is evil in life itself

it takes more than one to feel.

long hours of nonsense chat.aimless laughters.silly jokes.sweet oddly comfort.being weirdly safe. now.that is what i miss.

there are others…are there?

yesterday.i felt a slight miss.a miss towards a friend.and i shook it off by saying.its ok.i’ll find others.

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