#133

We talked about the times that anger made us go blind, about how sometimes it felt that hell was right here on earth. About how precious it is to meet someone that allows you to open up, to show what’s hidden inside.

And I know that you still care, but you don’t care enough to stay.

home

..coming home, empty handed. The doubt I’ve felt was righteous. Knowing where to go, but feeling lost anyway. The city lights seem blinding. I called someone I shouldn’t, but I felt like it didn’t matter. Now home seems even further now I realize it did.

#131

I am never what you think of me, except when you tell me that I am strong, then I’m exactly what you think of me.

– monday. 03:14

‘je probeert altijd te vluchten’

Daar zaten we dan, op de leuning van een bankje te twijfelen over keuzes die we niet meer konden terugdraaien. Ons afvragend of we spijt moesten hebben, en wat voor zin dat zou hebben.

Daar zaten we dan, te realiseren dat de realiteit onvermijdbaar is, en vluchten altijd tijdelijk.