I want for hands that were never mine to hold and feet I was never meant to walk beside. I wish for eyes that can hold back the seas of emotion and his mind that held the universe. it is funny how you can miss something even when you see them and talk to them every day. it is funny how I can feel like you’re missing from me even when I can reach out and hug you. the hug just feels so cold and our breath is warm. what are we anymore?
-The emptiness of feeling; my personal archives(2/14/14)
by Rhianna B.