been waiting all my life. holding my breath. keep a vigil into the night. all that fear. all that forevering. all those promises i knew i could never keep. some days i wondered if i was even capable of that kind of love. the kind of loneliness that comes from a life of surviving. believing in everything is kinda the same as believing in nothing. and i believed in this strongly. i wouldn't say i gave up, it was more of a giving in. it's like i walked so far i didn't even realize where i had been. cold soft sounds of falling. the falling in. i am falling in.
for this.
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