i've come to finally realize that i'm not made of sticks and stones, nor bricks, but bones. my whole life has taken a detour and although i'm treading in unfamiliar territory, i'm still completely and utterly lost. i've come to find i've found nothing at all. with everything i've known and everything i will never know, i feel nothing close to accomplishment.

just because you've buried your past doesn't mean it'll make your future any easier..

sometimes, we lose pieces of ourselves just to discover them all over again, right?

if the point was to miss the target terribly, i would win, hands down.

i always catch the clock, and it never seems to change, maybe one day it will move forward? maybe one day i'll believe in myself again.. because you've broken me down. you let me fall into your arms, except your arms are no where to be found. i never wanted to take the plunge, but you convinced me that it would all be okay. well i'm not okay. i'm furthest from it.