Wolfe

The world is flat. I know because I was tossed right off the edge and I've been trying to hold on for 17 years. I've been trying to climb back up for 17 years but it's nearly impossible to beat gravity when no one is willing to give you a hand.

I feel like I'm trapped in someone else's story

I don't wanna say 'go make stuff'... But go make stuff

I need to decide what my heart will allow- and what loneliness I can bear.

Whatever his reasons, one day they won't be good enough to keep going. One day, he's going to stop following me and I need to prepare myself for it. I need to decide what my heart will allow- and what loneliness I can bear. But not yet. His warmth is with me still, and I can't help but keep it close

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me. ‘Till then, I’ll walk alone

Sometimes I think the loneliness inside of me is going to explode through my skin and sometimes I’m not sure if crying or screaming or laughing through the hysteria will solve anything at all. Sometimes I’m so desperate to touch, to be touched, to feel, that I’m almost certain I’m going to fall off a cliff in an alternate universe where no one will ever be able to find me.