nostalgia, could you shoot us both next time? thank-you.
life,
it's moving too fast for my liking.
we've gone from lost to pretenders to fools to friends to almost friends, and now,
we're lost again.
we seem to have a knack for finding ourselves in dramatic situations where the only way out is to change your mind.
I swore, time and time again, that everything was fine, but I guess you've learnt to see through the spaces that define who we are.
I'm tired.