it’s hard to make the good things last.
03/13/2010 § Leave a comment
it rains but the dreams are slowly returning.
another part of me is quiet tonight, for the empty chair a stranger left behind. we never met, but i could see what she saw. she saw such beautiful things, it makes the heart even heavier. she was only a year older. and now what ? what else can you do but fight even harder to make it worth it ? that’s what she’d want from other dreamers, i think.