Just another story I can’t tell anyone.
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It’s cloudy outside.
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Sometimes the heat is always the coldest.
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The mirror in the room
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Bridge, just past the museum, just over the Singapore River.
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And in just over a week I’ll safely be in a place where no one knows me and I don’t even speak the language, wishing that I never have to return to my reality.
Just picked this up. And I promise to keep practicing until I can do a water start.
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Went inside a christmas tree today, and it felt like magic.
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(via deviantart)
I feel like everytime I try to get myself out of the rut I’m stuck in, I fall right back to the bottom every single time I’m almost out. It’s getting tiring, and the fall has gotten comfortable. Almost as comfortable as the bottom.
And I want to stop trying. Soon.
Maybe one last time?
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If only to remind myself that I am alive,
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This kind of happiness.
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Putting on a show for myself
Making sure no one else sees
I’m just in hiding
And I only want you
To pull me out
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Alone for a moment.
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