I wonder

Sometimes I wonder why some people grew up with perfect flaws you’d understand why they’re a certain way– because of loss. But how about those who are already stitched with imperfection; the ones who fail to make deep connections. What’s their excuse? Photo from berlin-artparasites

i’ve lost

I’m a million miles away from the past I sigh and look back, then replay the days when I felt like I couldn’t last. I tell myself that I should be relieved but instead, I just can’t believe how much I’ve lost… and right now,  I’m paying the cost.