i can’t find sleep…maybe the rift i created is keeping me from relaxing. my mind and heart isn’t comfortable with the distance i formed, but i want to fix it.
i want nothing more than to repair the things i’ve done…and to keep them repaired, because you’re worth it. every damn minute. i’ve seen my future, i’ve seen my dreams, and i want them to be real.
and no more meds, my thoughts lose clarity when i thought that they’d help me maintain it. i can’t think straight like this, it’s why i stopped in the first place. i want to face it all…right beside you, hand in hand.