Where the windows hold pretty views.
"I believe in the impossible. I do want to pretend that this and everything around is perfect.
I am choosing to see the imperfection as perfection.
I have done the non-believer thing. I walked around like I hated it all.
I am at the point where I am asking myself,
'How far has that gotten you?'.
I am where I started.
So I let go of this and I stay true to what the child in me thought.
I am choosing to believe the impossible.”
I wish I could put my feelings into words, as effortlessly as breathing. I wish I could just make it better.
I wish I could catch a falling star.
If I had a penny for everytime I got this feeling I would have enough to buy my way out of it.
You stand there looking at me demanding answers.
You grab me by the shoulders and shake me vigorously, as you keep yelling the same question.
You hold me so tight in the warmth of your life, you hold me and tell me you wont let me fall. You whisper to me, “You can let go now, I am holding on to you.”
I am standing here as I watch you ask me the same thing over and over again.
I watch you try.
I am trying.
But, I swear I don’t know where to start.
All I know is that, I am lost.
“I got my ticket for the long way round
Two bottles of whiskey for the way
And I sure would like some sweet company
And I’m leaving tomorrow
what you say”
Anna Kendrick - When I’m gone
Nothing will ever replace this memory. There are just too many people involved and I just love too many of you.