h0lluh for a d0lluh.

i'd be coming home to you

If we lived in a world where good things happened to me, I'd be looking forward to seeing you in about 4 days.

But we don't.

I'm miles from where you are
I lay down on the cold ground and I
I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

"And we are leaving some things unsaid
And we are breathing deeper instead"

We are cowards. We are scared. We never say what really needs to be said.

Sometimes it feels as if you're just barely squeezing you're way out of it. You struggle. You fight the words that want to come out, and it's almost painfully obvious.

I wish you'd let them out.

Because let's face it: I'm afraid too. But I need you to be the strong one on this. Your words came so close, and I could feel it.. But it never happened.
We are all waiting for something.