faintwhispers

and if the day comes where we cross paths again, I promise that you will not recognise me. Yet I’ll know it’s you, even after all these years.

I wonder if the time will come where I do not think of you. When I’m not stopped in my tracks from the memory of you.

I wonder if I will ever find happiness or if I’ll ever feel that I’ve done enough to warrant a better life.

Something is missing but I don’t know what. My instincts tell me it’s a lack of enjoyment in whatever I do. That I’m choosing to do things to survive, but does that really matter if at the end of the day if I’m miserable and depressed? I know I want to pursue something I love, I’m terrified of the repercussions. If I do one thing I want and not need, the rest of my life comes crumbling down.

I have a feeling I’ll never see you again

One day you’ll come to find out that I never quite forgot about you.

I weep because you cannot save people. You can only love them.

I hope one day you won’t be the first thing on my mind when I wake up and fall asleep.

I have a feeling I will never see you again.