𝓡.

suddenly i wanted to go back and be in all the places i’d ever been, every street i’d walked down, every room i’d sat down in. i wanted to see it all again. i tried to remember my life, flipping through polaroids in my mind. “it was so pretty there. it was interesting!” but i knew that even if i could go back, if such thing were possible with exactitude, in life or in dreams, there was really no point. and then i felt desperately alone.

mood