2:23 a.m.
it is 2:23 and im laying here knowing that tomorrow i have to drive pass the places we went. you are sleeping to ignore the pain and im staring at my ceiling wishing that i was that fortunate. i've taken pills but the pain has yet to ease. the voices in my head are singing, you are somewhere dreaming, we are in different dimensions. at 2:23.
4:08 a.m.
it is now 4:08 and my love for you is no less than the love i had for you at 4:08 yesterday afternoon. it was in these 12 hours that my life has now taken new meaning. it is now that i lay here in awe of how little time brings immense change. my heart is wailing, i have no feeling, you are no where to be found. it is now 4:09.
YOU ARE READING
late night journal.
Historia CortaA collection of middle of the night journal entries from a girl who's heart has been broken. Each chapter is a from a new night or day. No capitalization on purpose. *Possible triggers*
