Its the vulnerability that comes when you realize that the only reason you know where you are is because the bus stop has a name. Don't you remember a few months back? when you were all the fire and none of the smoke? I'm trying to get to know this girl, the one who swore she'd squeeze the essence out of everything here. But its very hard to make conversation when you have less words everyday. When you changed like the weather and seem to have become more night than day. When it seems like the bombing of Paris got your heart too and now you walk around with no safety net. All you know is not trusting.
I was another girl once, and I didn't truly like her, I've always felt like she wanted too much. I am someone else now, I have another reality. The novelty of this ever so quiet walking human being has me over whelmed. So lost in a vast ocean, a blue so intense and so unattainable, the mere thought cripples my believes. Who is this person, who is here but not really here?
Everything is moving too fast, I can't control it. So I write to forget, everything I wish I didn't remember.
