Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.”
Chief Seattle 1854

I am so drained.
I am so tired of missing you.
I am over you.
But I’m not.
And it feels strange to not know what to do.
I miss your crimson smile.
And your eyes…
I miss getting lost at sea.
And you don’t even think of me.
I am so drained.
I am so tired of missing you.
And it’s fucking
fucked
to not have a damn clue about what to do.
I am over you.
But I’m not.
