peachbug

i am selfish. i abandon sadness most of the time when it comes close to me. but i treat it nicely when i need it to help me fill up the pages of my diary.

send help.

I still wake up with things to tell you. I still forget forget we're not even friends.

- Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brönte

Imagine the content they'd make together..I'd die out of bliss.

This is what I mean when I say "You are worth it."

We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't.

the first few weeks after i lost you, i would scream at the sun. how could it possibly still rise every morning and set every night without you here? you see, i was perplexed at how the world could keep turning yet i felt like my whole world had ended. my sun had stopped rising. i lived only in a darkness known by the depths of the deep sea and the black holes of our galaxy. but everyday the bright rays would shine through my curtains then paint a golden mural on my walls until the sky finally mimicked what my heart felt. until finally one day i could feel a little ember within it that grew and grew each day. and the less i thought of you, the more it grew. now i still think of you but my world still turns. and when the sun wakes me, i am glad.