it's so cold, i can't feel my bones. maybe it's that all my clothes are made of thin material. i keep getting the same sickness. i think it's because of the cold at night. i've been dreaming icicles. maybe it's my weak immune system. i want to feel my throat again.
i've been having illusions again. illusions that i went to this imaginary place so i could be surprised with love. a love that will never exist because it's for the better. sometimes i hate that things are for the better and you can't have them. even though there is a higher purpose, i so want to "have" those things. sometimes.
i've been having illusions again. illusions that i went to this imaginary place so i could be surprised with love. a love that will never exist because it's for the better. sometimes i hate that things are for the better and you can't have them. even though there is a higher purpose, i so want to "have" those things. sometimes.
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