the best part about being alive. is knowing that you could be alone for the rest of your life in the deepest part of your mind.

label it "the unforgettable disaster" of not being there when you should have. now this house is rotting with all of us in it and our footprints are leaving marks in the floor boards. she stood there in black and white staring at me. i ran towards her to hug her, to touch her. i ran towards her. she shattered before i got there, she shattered. she watched my eyes as she did it too, she watched every single one of my eyes. "there was nothing that i could do". i keep telling myself that to soften the blow. but in my [eye] i still know the truth. all that i ever do is lie to myself.