You’re the echoes of my everything, you’re the emptiness the whole world sings at night. You’re the laziness of afternoon, you’re the reason why I burst and why I bloom. You’re the leaky sink of sentiment, you’re the failed attempts I never could forget.
You’re the metaphors I can’t create to comprehend this curse that I call love.
How will I break the news to you?
-currently playing, and exactly the sentiments of a sleepless girl. Forgive me. haha. Goodmorning!