[don't you walk with me. i can carry myself without your help.]
i'm not sure why i'm posting now. every new second feels foreign. every new idea has to be denied. i really can't come up with anything else. my thoughts are fixed on, "what did you just do? how could you do it?" we can't go back, but we can go forward. my heart sinks more with every sunrise, but one day i will be ready to let you pick it back up.
- posted by angela @ 10:23 PM