darklylightkayleigh

it's eight minutes till two and half past disappointment. - hello, it's me again, sitting here thinking about you. i have my knees tucked into my chest and my chin resting upon them. my hair is falling in my eyes and my heart is falling into the ground. my fingers have turned blue from the cold of writing your name over and over again in cursive in the broken dimensions of us. it took me a while to realize that no matter how many times i scribble your name with my feeble hands, you are not going to come back. and it scares me. because it is almost three o clock and i can see my own pain in the air in front of me. - hello, it's me. just