i heard somewhere that viruses are beautiful
I’m dying to meet where the past is something we could see,
And everything sees.
never have i loved life so,, yet here i die.
i feel i give breath to this
feed the illusion but deep down
cannot shake that i we are nothing
today is friday february 18th. i dont know why im writing to you but whoever you are please let me know youre there. I keep feeling as though if its meant to be it will be heard. you being there is me . you being the one for me i will wait