reach out. and touch me. sing me a song. maybe some day we will get along. i miss your face more than i can describe in a long letter written to you but never sent. how can you be so stuck in my mind? the tide. is still so strong. too strong for me to swim. so i stay limp and let the movement and motions drift me as i whisper to the wind.
Time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time and time again.
Catch waves not feelings.
A picture of my heart
Promise. If we ever meet again. I’ll ask you to marry me. In that first second.
“get out from living inside of me” Tracey Emin - Untitled, 2008
Fuck this is perfect
