i think life has a cruel sense of humor, it gives you exactly what you wanted right after you stop wanting it
between heaven and hell, my heart walks like a traveler unsure where the fire will fade beneath his feet and where mercy will rise to shade his weary soul, i fear the flame of a sin i can no longer name..
see you as a shadow that never leaves, that never stops expanding, inhabiting corners, hiding in the reflections of glass, in the smell of rain, in the sound of strange footsteps at night, in the broken look on the faces of those who have lost something that will not return.
it’s strange how some memories never really leave you, not a day goes by without you crossing my mind or a random song bringing back a moment i thought i’d forgotten