November 2011
5 posts
I wanna show you everything I have. Every flaw. Every optimistic moment. Something you have never felt before. A moment of pure ecstasy. But I can’t make something new. I can’t make something you have felt before. I can’t re-create. All I have are these two hands, this heart, and this mind. Take what you will from me, and hopefully it’s enough. Maybe more than enough. Or...
Sometimes...
You have to feel nothing… To feel anything at all.
