So... I guess it's all just about what lingers in your mind, right? When the clock ticks, do you look to what's to come? Do you look to what has already passed? I really need to quit looking back. What is over, is over. Who has been flipped through, just like a book, predicted every action, is in the past. Let it go. Just... Let it go. As this air around me gets colder, the harder it makes all of this to go through alone. A sincere hand in mine, would do a lot for such a worn heart.


So if I hide behind these hands forever, you'll see the scars, and my intentions; useless. keep the questions, don't speak. Act as if im not there. It seems the only one I want to feel my stance, never will. As he passes on, carries with the day. But in his heart, feels the same linger of pain as I. Just a silly, silly girl, with her eyes concealed with these tiny palms. Pushing away the world, one pathetic individual at a time.

silly silly, monster. I cannot be afraid, for I don't believe.