palaye royale | completed

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I look up at the sky hoping that the sun will evaporate the tears that are threatening to spill.

They say to always remain postive and if people love...correction - like you enough they'll come back to you. No matter what the circumstances.

But they dont tell you there's that little voice in your head that tells you otherwise. That tells you you're expecting too much and if it's not the fans telling you you're not good enough it's your own conscious. And maybe they're all right.

Because if you were good enough would those people that you care for even think of leaving?

Would it cross their mind once,twice maybe three times? Would they regret thinking about it?

Would they care enough to wait for to leave?

My phone ringing brings me out of my morbid thoughts and I look down, wiping my tears that spilled already, away.

I look at the caller ID and it's an old friend. I reject the call not wanting any forms of human contact or attachment.

I walk back up to my apartment, locking the door behind me. I walk over to the curtains and open them wide, letting the sun's rays sweep through and glaze over my entire apartment.

I smile to myself before lying back down on the couch, pulling the blanket over me and falling asleep.

Maybe things will be okay.
As long as the sun shines and reflects the tiny specks in life.