how long does it take to forget someone?
i’ve lost the ability to write anymore, and i don’t know why. lately, i’ve been so scared. scared of the person i am, scared of the person i will be and how i hurt the people around me.
i can run. im good at running. i run away from reality, chasing this ephemeral fantasy which i know doesn’t exist.
how do i align my detachment and my coldness with the warmth of this dream? with the warmth that burns the path ahead? he tells me im a dreamer and i know that i am.
but it hinders me.
i dream of forgotten moments, whispered secrets, flowers sent to my door, smiles, laughs, kisses, goodbyes.
we forget them all in the end. these fleeting moments.
how do i wake up from this dream im in? im so tired of being stuck in my fucking tower. falling fast in love with a reverie.