And then there you go, already up on stage & performing. If that was a dream, then i'd rather not wake up.
2:25am and I'm lying wide awake. This is what vacation is: a fucked up body clock.
[FICTION] I smiled at the thought realizing how long it has been. I nod in realization while trying to suppress my tears from falling down. “Yes, I do.”
[FICTION] I mean, c’mon, it’s way past 12 midnight and it’s raining so hard then she’s asking me about suicide?
Everything looks fine and almost, if not at all, perfect. But then there's always a bitter version of what you see, and it's called reality.
You're the sole reason why I still grasp for air when I honestly feel like I want to drown.