busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow. inactive online because of the other wonders of internet prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
Pristine, please. The sun will always mend our ways, the moon's constant shadow to hide in, the droplets of rain to keep us fairly moisted, and the heat of the sun to keep us warm. This are the tiny things that i overlook. Yes, a sellfish being, thats what i am.
For now, i'll pretend that everything is alright, for actually, something deep is silently stabbing and yes, for sure, i'm sellfish enough to not let you go, but i will, gradually, maybe tomorrow, maybe someday. Reminisince of the days where we stood by each other and laugh with the silly jokes, silly me. Needless to say the most obvious, you've moved on, and that wasn't the worst part.