“We are defined by the places we hold in the web of others’ lives.”
Hours pass, and she still counts the minutes that I am not there..
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this—like every inch of me is bruised
“I’ve been waiting for someone like you..breaking the circle..you..taking the light.. You, you are the story I should write…I have to write.”
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map