This dress I wear is too small. My lipstick is getting old. And my shoes have holes in them. When I walk. I walk alone. When I eat. I eat alone. When I dream. I dream alone. When I breathe. I breathe alone. And we think we know what we want. But we dont. We're so far from what we want. My mind is empty. Except for this vague image in my head. Of a dead street. With dead trees. No cars on the road. Just dead leaves. And the street. I can't see the end, you know? But I keep walking. Because that's the only thing I know how to do for sure at this point. Walk. And all I see ahead of me, is the vast nothingness.

I think people are beautiful. And I wish they thought they were as beautiful as they really are.

That was the last time.

You never actually think about the last time you kiss someone, or the last time you have sex with someone, Until it hits you in the face. Until it actually happens. And then you think 'Oh. So that was the last time.' and then you wish you would have cared more, or appreciated it more. Because that was the last one.

Kiss | Me