lately.

i haven't been inspired at all to write.
even if i hear a lyric or read something that sounds amazing or sad, i just feel so shut down to "love." i am not in the mood for anyone else right now. i wish that wasnt the case, but life goes on. we all get stuck in ruts sometime or another right?

17/40 weeks...i still have a long while.
a long while alone.
a long while getting bigger.
a long while stuck here.
a long while to fall in love with myself again.

i miss him so much, it might not even be him i miss but just the thought of him. i mean im holding onto one single night, a mere 7 hours we spent together. but i remember the simplest things... the star, his eyes, the kiss, what i was wearing, the songs playing, how i was so sleepy but yet so awake. its all just a dream. people continue with there life not thinking for a second about anyone but themselves...but not me, i will always remember.