9 May 2012
A blank page stares up at me. And looks me in the eye. "how can you live up there without me"
I stare back down at it. And sigh as I whisper softly. "I can't."
Silently tears of paper form into words. Words to learn from, to live by. "always remember me." they say. "the one who believed you were something more."
untitled. • Opuss № I