everything is temporary.
happiness is finite.
an hour, a minute, a second,
can turn that smile upside down.
or the other way around.
unachievable;
i tried.
in a span of 3 hours,
3 people have told me the least i wanted to hear.
i have yet to know what home truly is,
but wherever that is, i want to camp right in there and cowardly face the world by hiding under a warm blanket.
i could feel the rush of my blood pumping through my aortic valves and making its way to my body, and slowly going to my brain.
every beat of my heart is so vivid and sharp.
i could feel it throbbing, clawing its way out of my chest.
i don't know what this is.
"So you don't know were you're going, and you wanna talk
And you feel like you're going where you've been before
You tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignoredNothing's really making any sense at all."
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