we can choose a lifetime of thoughts, but it won’t change a thing. we happened to people and they happened to us. we can’t unsee the flaws that ruptured into scars, some emotions stitched into a bitter memory– this home does not feel like home, not like how it used to be with you. society has a strange way to destroy, it has a fucked up sense of humor. the more we try to control the world, the more we should realize that we’ve never been in control. it’s okay to forgive, just don’t forget. it’s okay to smile a little too long today, it’s just you in that mirror at the end of the day. it’s been a fortnight since i’ve talked to you.
— I guess that little kid inside of me still wishes you were there