This is not how I imagined us.
This not what we're supposed to be.
Embedded in memories,
So vulnerable to being lost forever in the midst of time.
Oh fickle mind of mine.
I keep reminding it to retain our picture while telling it to let go.
This was not how it was supposed to end.
In my mind it was a flowing river that has now changed course, falling of a cliff of eyelashes as a raging, continuous waterfall.
This was not how it was supposed to end.
It was not supposed to end.
💔
*Shakespeare who?
Sorry just really wanted to say that.
YOU ARE READING
Thinking out loud
RandomJust a bunch of thoughts, excerpts and a little bit of poetry from a book I'll never write because I have no idea what to do with these scattered pieces of imagination. It even includes weird scenarios that I create in my head that are totally not r...
