Spam my life away

i wanted you to be the one so badly that i painted a picture of you in my mind, that showed me a person who didn’t exist

If I could meet you again for the first time the only thing I’d do differently is walk away

I think it’s pretty nice that we share the same sky , sometimes , I look up at the sky and if I can see the Sun then... I think that the fact that we can both see the Sun, so even though we're not actually in the same place and we're not actually together... we kind of are in a way, you know? Like we're both underneath the same sky, so... kind of together.

this line just kept coming into my head. 

i’ve been really interested in people that have high functioning depression/anxiety as of late.

tying that into how we operate as a society (moving moving moving) and how the body remembers/ carries trauma, i don’t think some people get enough time to really deal with things. 

then time moves and it’s almost like, “i should be over this” but like, what’s the appropriate time for that?

hence, “bullied into hiding” 

idk, i think there’s something there.

i’ll figure it out soon enough.

To be a ghost amongst the living can be so peaceful, but missing the warmth of touch, makes me reminisce in the days , when I was too one of them