I’ve been avoiding your web spaces trying to pretend that you don’t exist because you cant exist for me. Its humbling. Its making me breathless and being a forceful reminder that time waits for no one and our lives keep tugging us along. We squirm, we wriggle, we demand to have a say in the pace of our lives but we dont and I can feel the the tips of my toes dragging as the world spins away. So, I changed my sheets and dyed my hair because it created an alternate universe that you weren’t a part of. Created enough change to separate me from my past life and give me identity confusion; I cant miss you if I’m not me.

9:59 pm  •  25 April 2012  •  2 notes