lost in the wild
and you’ve been spending all your time| searching for a sign| that’s never gonna look the way you want it
I’ve learned my lesson on dating those who are so broken that love cannot fix them… They have to find that within themselves.
Keeping people/things in my space for the sake of comfort/familiarity… that’s how mundane occurs.
I really want folks in my space who are as disinterested in excessive attachment as I am.
I don’t ask people for anything more than they are in a space to give. It’s disrespectful of another’s journey
Freedom: accepting the realization that I’m not responsible for anyone else’s joy.
As I sit replaying the events from the weekend.
the kiss, your hands on the small of my back, your embrace, your eyes, your scent.
perhaps I'll have the chance to draw you one day (: lol