its 2021. I haven’t logged or thought about this account in years.
but here i sit, alone, but not necessary lonely. well. maybe a little lonely. i’m reading through my old posts, feeling nostalgic and missing that person i was. and apparently i feel artsy enough to not use capitalization in this post.
mostly missing the part of me that talked about things. even if it was reblogs of images i liked on the internet. or songs i’ve posted to talk about how i was feeling. i’m kind of bummed that i don’t have a record of “me” in some fashion. even if it was stupid shit posts.
Lightning comes and lightning goes
It’s all the same to me
Let it in
‘cause I want you so
I can hardly breathe or release
Into one thousand pieces
I have broke into
Over you
We’ll stop the flames at dawn,
I keep burning on and on and on
I really love you!
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Dig them up - let’s finish what we started
Dig them up - so nothing’s left unturned
