You are here.

At times I find myself quite fond of the loneliness. Because all I really do is dream of you, and I know my dreams will never come true. 

I find it so awfully hard to understand how I can love you as much as I do. You are the most complicated person I have ever met and yet somehow I find a way to fall head over heels for you.

This is the first time in awhile I’ve written

Since my weary hand had laid itself upon paper

In hopes to create something beautiful

To tell someone a story

To solve a mystery

To help

Been awhile since my tired eyes have been so wide

So awake

A deer in headlights 

Today starts something new