i am trying to work and am treated to intrusive thoughts. Thoughts on being broken, waiting to be picked back up and built back up.
Last night, i had a dream where i felt the warm sun on my face, where i felt like a girl again who still believes in making wishes on pussywillows and telling stories in the dark.
We made a pact, you and me, promises in the middle of urban life.
i wish it was all easier, that i could just brush my ass against you or kiss you deeply and ignite passion,
For me. Passion for me, for us.
But i can’t.
i have no influence and no way to know and no more wishes and no more hope, save one.