Vienna
maybe...i stand here, feeling empty and lost. don’t know what to do. you said you need a week. a week to think about us. a week to be alone. a week. alone.maybe...
i tell myself to quit thinking about you. i tell myself that everything will be okay again. i tell myself… I love you
i want to shout it out load but i can’t i want to cry everything out but i can’t i want you to love me but you can’t
maybe i’m overreacting. maybe i make myself crazy for nothing.
maybe.
Life is just a big “maybe”
illusionists and wanderers.she sets her cold cup of coffee down and leans back into the beige couch that smells of rain and spilt wine and frames the blank wall of her loungeroom. she lets the noise from the television wash over her as she breathes slowly and heavily, trying not to take anything in.illusionists and wanderers.
- she lays out her clothes for the night; setting them down on the edge of her lonely double bed, that reminds her of men and lonliness. she doesn't mind too much; the smell keeps her company on week nights when nothing else will. she falls from her weak knees onto the bed and as she lays back into the musty blankets she wonders why she even bothers
Chiseler
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
Hate me not for the plotlines I weave, but for the cliffhangers that precede me
*Kaktus auf Stuhl stell und in Mitte des Profils plazier* *Vorhänge anbring*
Schon richtig gemütlich hier -^.^-
*blume danebenstell*
Sooo jetzt ist es noch gemütlicher ^-^
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