_{It’s like a story we could never write together.
How the times would pass us by, our actions being recorded and erased with each passing minute.
I remember how you used to trace those three little words on my arms, thinking I’d never catch on.
Like raindrops on the window sill, our time spent together was always flowing, always moving.} 

_{Gradually, we hit rock bottom.} 

And we’ll grow through a mess of things before coming together as one once again.

Say you were the main character of the novel and I was one of the supporting cast, how would you see me? If you saw me, how would you treat me? Would you treat me like all the other generic characters you meet? The way your lips curve and how your eyes twinkle like the stars in the night sky, is that something i would be able to see? What about your mussed hair and naked skin? Is that something appropriate a supporting cast member could see? Wouldn’t that mean that if I could see the treasures you had to offer, I meant a little more than generic cast member one and two?

Falling in love with you is terrible, tedious even. Everyone loves you and someone, better than me per say could sweep you faster and higher off your feet. Maybe then, you’ll see the stars I see hidden in your eyes. Stars of a new galaxy I was never able to show you.

nerves.

_{it’s all getting boring. nothing seems to be interesting anymore. the holidays don’t feel any special. loved ones don’t feel so loved. everything up and around me is lacking more color and vibrancy i wish i could restore. it’s leading to be a very boring lifestyle and i’m more than bored with how things ended up.}

It’s the thought that always creeps and never leaves. The thought that loves to hold on to one’s being, treading through dreams, haunting and never forgetting. It’s scary, disheartening. The need to always stay in bed, barking up excuses to not get up. Reasons that the day won’t end well. Reasons that the world is out to punish anyone in its way. Reasons why staying in bed is much safer than going out.

It’s a lazy thought, a thought to be feared and fought daily to never conquer the primary state of mind

But I’m losing today. I’m losing it all and I’m afraid I can’t get out of it anymore.

Someone, help me.

_{he comes in a dream, a dream that i’ve been getting a lot lately. he’s always on the other side of the room, his face always in the shadows. i don’t know who he is, where he came from or if he could be very well someone i know from this life. but every time our eyes would meet, he would offer to dance and i would feel a rumble of emotions quaking under my quiet facade. i can never forget the warmth of his hands, fingertips barely grazing my exposed skin. how he guides me through the dance floor with each step. funny we’re dancing, considering i don’t know a single thing about ballroom. some parts of me say i know him, but the rest says he’s only a concoction of my deepest desires. he’s not real, he has never existed and the only reason why he meets me at night is because the dream is too good for me to let go.}

_{can you believe your eyes? can you believe your ears? can you believe anything the mind tells you? it’s so incredible sometimes, how life comes into play, so incredible - it’s hard to know what we’re getting into. they told us to move with the flow, just let it run through you and out. and we’ve been doing just that, going with the flow. but it’s becoming a danger to us all. we’re getting into danger. we’re getting into a messier mess than what we’re used to.}

_{She tells me good night as soon as her day is over. I wish she’d say more things to me than that single good night. We used to talk endlessly, about pointless things to serious matters. But the conversations have changed, different from before. She’s distant, so far away from my touch and I’m never sure if I can hold her again. She tells me we’re going to be okay. Life moves like this and we’ll fall back to the same routine we’re so used to, but I can’t help but feel so wary of the hollowness in her words. Love is patient I was told. But thinking about it now, living the patient life - it’s so much harder than I thought.}