Writing

Somewhere, there is this little dock stretching out over a lake, where the clouds swim in the golden ripples of the rock I have skipped across its surface.

… What is this? 

Is it … 

No. 

It can’t be. 

But … 

It looks like … 

Good news? 

And a feeling, something almost forgotten. 

Hope? 

Repetion

Don’t you think,

It’s funny how

History seems to repeat?

How famous words are suddenly not the speakers words anymore?

I ate 

Tiramisu

Yogurt

Muffin

Candy

and ended with a 

Salad

or maybe 

Skipped dinner

I ate 

Muffin

Apple

Brownie

and ended with a 

In the last 12 months,

I've realized a lot of things.

I realized that those closest to us can also hurt us.

I realized that people are liars.

I realized that the world is broken.

I hope you realize it soon,

We're no longer friends.

Thanks for acting so well,

Until the bitter end.

Our first and last pic on the 'Gram,

Yeah, it looked nice.

I'm jealous of your growth,