If all my miseries
were white sand,
and you were the sea.
every time you came
to wash away all that melancholy
I was happy,
I was drown in your blue
trapped in our drama, in you.
everything looks better
underwater
but we both know
the sadness never disappeared.
and every time you left,
I sat there, cold and wet
waiting for your next waves
to turn me upside down again.
t.l.
it wasn’t healthy and we both know it.
Tsunami of Words 
To survive, I have to use “blocking pills”, run away from our memories, run away from you. I can’t open the gallery on my phone or even my Instagram. Everything leads to you.
It’s good to know that you’re fine. That’s enough for me ❤
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How are you doing?
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I don’t know =) Fine, not fine, I honestly don’t know. Still trying to hide from you so… i will go back to hide. Have a nice day!
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You too ..
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