There is no point in going unless we get what we came for.

standing still is like running on ice—I only gain a little distance when I fall… tired of telling myself it’s okay to be this tired. this sick and tired of the turns the world takes and the people that it makes us be.

dreams can tell a lifetime, frame by frame the times you’ve seen, as they slowly slip your mind..
You’re at my fingertips, just out of reach…
I don’t want to believe.