She hurts and I ache. I wish I could heal the pain. It is not my battle to fight. I watch in misery. I kiss the scars and back into battle she goes.
What has my life become. All of my dreams have disappeared before my eyes. I carry the pains of an almost unbearable weight. I have become a wandering soul, relying on a few words for comfort. I wonder if I will ever find direction. But I still continue to travel. I keep my eyes open taking in the sites, nothing short of amazing at times, others almost intolerable.a thought manifest but then...
She is braille. I read her with my hands, her body speaks to me. I...– Jhavia Nicole (via perfect)
Not missing much am I?
trying to imagine in advance what i was never...