intricate // m.c

"but thats the problem isn't it? Even when they leave, they're never really gone. You can always find them within the melody of a song, or in the creases of your hand that they use to trace. You can feel them inside that little pocket on your heart that you have specially reserved, no matter how many times they show that they do not wanna be in it. You can never change their minds. Even when you pour every bit of desperation, love and need you have into a pleading "stay", all they hear is a word."