You have no heart to give away and only the memories of ‘what was’ plague your mind.
Drink liquid freedom and allow the numbness to come; escape the sorrow.
Follow the path to mindless perseverance of truth…Quiet giggles of innocence from a dark corner – it really is funny, how you thought he needed you.
The nest of a dying owl holds secrets of life we can never learn – some bullshit about wisdom.
And then she got it – the difference between ‘want’ and ‘need.’
We aren’t stupid – only blind and only because we choose to be. The heart is a beacon to those who wish to break it – move on, else place your foot on my neck and press…