so very long ago

dreamth*

i semi woke up at night going ; these fingers aren't long and thin and tender enough they're not the beautiful creatures that once walked my skin

and then i tried to show you the box where i kept all your memories but i had was a smaller version of it and it was missing and i wanted to scream.

you said at some point you'd send me a postcard so i could get a sample of your handwriting

that never happened.

em muốn được buồn và hút thuốc quá.

dreams telling me

what has our life come to, but this pathetic mundane mess?

and i could sense it all along.