Ecstatic Tears,
Like an indecisive dragonfly who has figured it all out and knows no one would ever care enough to try to appreciate.
It’s kind of all crashing down around me. And falling and bouncing and finally settling, into tiny more manageable pieces, to leave a visual pathway to all those beautiful things that really matter.
I am going to write a list of everything that makes me happy, and forget the rest exists.
Just for a little while.
It is kind of really difficult being a perfectionist; when you are in this place where nothing at all is definitive.
It seems as though, she’s stuck in a dark tunnel, and the light at the end is not yet existant. But there are a couple of dainty fireflies circulating her figure, keeping her company, and giving her the fortitude to make it through the darkness.
Thanks for being my firefly, and I’ll still want you next to me when we reach the sunshine. I promise I wont loose you.
It was like, the only thing that we talked about was our sadness, the only thing keeping us together was our similiar petty hatreds, the only attraction was those deep, no strings attached conversations, our only smiles were the amazement of our own patheticness, and the only love was from me to you. Now you’re pretending to be happy, I’ll just sit here loving you alone.
