Sometimes, you write down, not speak

from: a pragmatic lover // content: of every bit of you that matters--maybe everything.

In the world where everything feels so strange and distant yet pulls, you and I are holding hands. We're so scared we held on each other so tight, we're facing everything as it is.

A girl tossed and turned at 2am in the morning. She finally got up and told herself to save her thoughts so it wouldn't haunt her anymore.

short pieces of everything that's left.