Sometimes you meet that one person that leaves you wandering where they have been all the time. They manage to find the right words, they give you advice you actually find to be helpful. They fit your needs, match your personality and share the desire for adventure. They become your friend, without ever doubting to expose yourself cause truth will find it’s way.
Sometimes you meet that one person that leaves you wandering where they have been all the time, and where they are now. Cause truth has found it’s way and it ain’t pretty.
It’s going to hurt, but it is okay.
Cherish the memories
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.
..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.
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.