Explore

I keep reaching

for something I know I can't have

But I decide

To waste my energy anyway

All I want is for

you to look at me

The way you look at him

I'm searching for that

To hold on to

I couldn’t see anything. I stumbled around, trying to find the wall of the cave. After walking aimlessly, I began to hear a distant noise — murmuring mixed with the sound of soft tapping.

I wasn't always the stoic, expressionless introvert who rarely smiled. There was a time when I loved greeting people on walkways and actively sought out new connections.

Childhood,

The state of being a child

Childhood,

A phase of innocence and immaturity

Childhood,

A period of pure laughter and unadulterated joy

It's tearing me apart

Your words echoing in my head

Your eyes shining in my memory 

Im scared of you but it's because of me

I never liked myself 

It is a wandering

sort of day

(wandering mind

wandering feet

wandering eyes)

before I find the camera.

It looks old enough

that I wonder

how it still works.