Everything is open, nothing is set in stone.

It can be frustrating when there are no answers. No rhyme or reason, no direction. 

I guess all we can have is hope for our tomorrows, that one of them will be better, holding on to the knowledge that we are loved.

It takes some cold to make the sun.

I'm stuck in a place where I don't know my mind.
Torn between fight and flight.
I should fight, I want to fight,
but,
I'm tired.
Tired of long nights and seemingly never ending darkness,
of the unstoppable circle that I can't break out of.
My body and my mind are just too tired to keep fighting.
It's too hard.
I don't know what to do.

All tangled up in my own expectations

"I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade." (The Holiday)


One day.

Sun rises. Night falls.

Sometimes the sky calls.

Alone in this world so bright.

Sometimes, I don't know how to get through the days.

The sounds of the street amplified in my empty room.
The banging, the bustling, the laughter, the shouts; all so loud.
They mock the emptiness in my soul, dancing round my heartless void.

Throw me a rope, to hold me in place.

Sometimes, I don't know how to get through the days, without you.
Everything's easier when you're beside me.

Everything's easier when you hold my hand and tell me it'll be okay.
I really believed you.
Now I don't know what to believe.

Sometimes, I don't know how to get through the days, when all they bring is night.
So throw me a rope, to hold me in place.

I've held so many people in my suitcase heart.

This is where the whole world keeps on turning, this is where we come undone.

I disappeared, it was a self preservation thing but it didn't work.
I'm still spiraling.
I wish there was someone to catch my fall.

Every minute takes forever, every hour disappears. I'm lost in a land I don't want to call home.

This is where the whole world keeps on turning, this is where we come undone.