known mistakes, haunts us down, -started writing this in plural in order to feel less guilty I guess,- known mistakes are what keep me up at night, just the thought of seeing each other again makes me kind of alive but also kills me little by little. Is this wrong? Is this right? why do I fool myself? wrapped around your in betweens, tangled enough to keep me by your side, no matter that you are miles away, silver dreams, pink dreams, keep me awake and keep me alive. Intense. Alive. Unwritten. Forgotten. Reviving the vivid moments, wanna let go but also keep you with me. Broken down, wanna cry but I can’t just yet. You’re just a dream away, ready to fade away, and I’m falling slowly down the hole. Wish I could be braver, stronger than my emotions, guess you never know until you feel it in your bones, the love, the guilt, life itself. With each moment I take, I fall more into the rabbit hole. I’m not ready for this downfall. I don’t wanna float away, - - - - sorry third parties involved, this is not me, or is it? I’m just starting to know this stranger in me. Hello, you’re a mystery and a misery inside and out, so put me on a plane and fly me to anywhere, the answer is not to escape, but the search for the inner person in me. I say I don’t wanna hurt anybody anymore but end up doing exactly just that, hurting. And I don’t feel 100% guilty. Am I senseless? Alienated perhaps. Trying to mature but the clock is going backwards, yes, like nine in the afternoon when “your eyes are the size of the moon”. I’m marked with red pen, underlined, I feel okay and lost, what kind of love is this? fast forward and maybe we’ll be taking on the world together. One can dream huh? 

- k

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