maybe its the way the morning comes too soon, or the nights last to long, or how i prefer to be left alone in crowded places. I ruin the things that matter most, and romance, my monsters.
Im older than my age, and the only thing i trust less than my mind is my heart.
Life is like that sometimes, and im so busy feeling out loud that I dont hear the knock on the door. I cant always tell the difference between opportunity, and the sound of warning. So I answer each of them, opening it wide and letting whatever is behind it inside.
Theres something perfect about souls dishelved and a spirit unsure of its strength. It seems Ive learned to love my wildest sides.
When you cant make sense of me, know Im exactly where I’m meant to be; two places at once and alive in between.