A state of chronic powerlessness eats away at a person
I'm an average person. Is just that I like reading.
I couldn't tell wether the hole that opened up inside me was from missing you or from the change of season
Chance encounters are what keep us going.
No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away.
The rain that fell on the city runs down the dark gutters and empties into the sea without even soaking the ground