I think it’s quite endearing to listen to someone talk about the quirky things they like; astrology or even conspiracy theories. You get to see their eyes light up with love and most importantly, hope.
My heart yearns to fill its hollows with unknown places and unknown faces. It desires to be tainted by the warm rays of welcoming faces. It longs to feel nostalgic of the unknown places that reside within its darkness out of wanderlust.
I leave you behind, with you thinking that’s the last you’ll see of me. But believe when I come back as someone you wish you had. I’ll be your one lingering regret and painfully beautiful misery. And then will you realize how alone you really are.