{26th August 2016: 1:05am}
And we're all just trying our best to
survive.
But what if we could live, rather than be
alive?
What would it be like to breath, rather than to have fully functioning
lungs?
Is it all worth it, after
all?
What if our demons are really our
friends?
Will I ever see you towards the
end?
To live is to be alive, to survive, but I want to do more than to be, to breathe.
I want to see the sun rise every morning and feel myself rise with it.
I want to go to sleep every night and have dreams instead of nightmares.
I want to smile rather than be smiled at.
Does that make any sense at all? I want to live, not be alive. Yet you're all walking round like you've lost your minds.
//VOTE//COMMENT//SMILE//
YOU ARE READING
twilight
Historia Corta[now i see the stars, when i should be dreaming but how can i dream when these thoughts make the universe?]
