You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you've found life. I'm no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are 'yours' and which are 'mine.' It's past sorting out. We're both someone new now, someone incredible.
"I think you know you’ve found someone special when you meet them for the first time, and it feels like you’re just picking up where you left off. You kind of look at them and think
‘Where the hell did you come from? Where the hell have you been?’"
this world is a very scary place. my friend has left this place. and now im thinking of what could have been, and im tearing because of circumstances out of my control. this world is too scary to live in.