I can almost reach it.
I am almost there.
At the end of my fingertips, I spend an eternity reaching, I am not the person I used to be, I know that now, I knew that then, I look into your eyes and I see nothing, I look into your eyes and I see emptiness, you are nothing and you feel nothing but you are reaching out, like the rest of us, the rest of us are reaching out and hoping, hoping someone will notice.

  • Author: whoareyou (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 8th, 2017 05:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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