i never saw you coming.
and i’ll never be the same.
but this life is waiting
and i’m wild with longing
this is a real escape
and maybe this is fate
i’m in a falling age
falling from my faithless stage
i want to settle down into the pages of a book and disappear into the ink so that my life is a character’s and i can erase the hurt and bitter longing that comes from crashing. i want to turn back the clock and act with the sort of grace that you don’t deserve and prove that i was the better person, but i’m not. and i’ve never been. but i want to be.
growing up is such strange torture, such painful glee. filled with grotesque parts that leave you wishing.
i don’t want time to turn back anymore.
i want to keep marching forward in stop-motion. so that i may enjoy each second in all it’s entire glory. living actually to the fullest. because it’s so easy in theory, but so hard in reality.
and i’ll be a new person.
one with grace. the kind of grace that transcends pride.
that i may be worthy first.