fallingfaster-angel

        It’s getting harder and harder to fall asleep by sunrise now, except for last night where I was lucky enough to slip out of consciousness due to exhaustion of an unnamed being.        No. It’s only when I am fully conscious that’s the problem.        I’ve spent the better part of 18 days too afraid of what I imagined in the dark, consumed with thoughts of missing her too entirely, or distracting myself in the pages of books that only brought back the fresh pain of losing someone you truly loved.        Gone.        Forever.        I have had restless nights where I was terrified of the dark, waking ev

you tell yourself you'll forget, it'll pass in time cause it always does. cause it's true. and you do. you say it won't matter anymore in a year, and it doesn't. you don't feel afraid, don't cringe anymore when you hear their name, it's meaning now foreign, hollow. every memory shared has slowly been erased - every day, week, and month passed. everything you wanted to commit to memory once, and because of that, maybe it's not so easy to forget after all. those songs still make you bitter, but it's because now you know better. those songs no longer make you sad. you are no longer crying over them that lied to you, told you straight to your

1) i always lace my fingers together when i pray, different from those who simply slap their hands together. 2) i pray incessantly on plane rides when it is turbulent outside because i thoroughly believe everyone will die if i don't. 3) i still love you.