I don’t know why windows have me swooned I think I like the drama or I find it romantic to be further kept from the moon Maybe next it will be chandeliers that will have me hung up like they are on the ceilings that separate us
When a mother leaves her daughter, does she give the world permission to leave her just as she did? Because when she left, others did too. And then some more And the rest followed suit. And whenever I think about asking them why it is they left I always end up seeing her in my head I always end up asking her the question instead.
It’s weird growing up. And how time always makes up a part of the reason why people give up. And it’s weird we packed up all of this stuff. We bubble wrapped the breakables but overlooked our trust. My keepsakes were kept safe although I wish it had been us. Our promises were kept in the glass vase that fell while only ever having held flower buds. It’s weird growing up. And to not be enough. And that love is something that people give up.