I will be looking for your hand in the crowd, like an island in an ocean of bodies. and you better not let go.

I guess i'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all very true indeed.

Just when you though there wouldn’t be more, right? i find it hard to believe i haven’t written on this blog in nearly eight months. where did all this time go? how did i not feel the need to write? i’ve been down a few times since january. i’ve been hit by new experiences, challenges, disappointments, doubts. i’ve stumbled and wondered.

If i told you where i've been would you still call me baby? and if i told you everything would you call me crazy? i don't know when i stopped writing. when i stopped feeling the need to put words on feelings. i don't know why either. i've been reading this blog back and damn, did i write some beautiful things in the past. now i overthink it, i suff

In my story, it's only one road winding in a yellow wood. step after step, together, until sometimes, this little pinch in my heart reminds me that everything is not that easy. i am reminded that we're two in this, and who says two people says two opinions and two different views on things. sometimes to paths diverging to merge back again? i am rem

I stand, looking up at the blearing speakers, feeling your music in my pulse. i know each reason behind a song, every hope you put in the next tune. i know how much the moment you hit play matters and how the second of stand by makes your heart sink before the party agrees with your choice and picks up the words. i know how you lead the crowd at th