even when i don't talk to you, you somehow find a new way to break my heart.
i don't know if if the sickness in my body, or the uncertainty of my mind.
this just feels like some never-ending hallway and i'm finally running out of steam.
i've given it everything i had, and my best wasn't enough.
missed calls and late replies are the story of my life.
i project the love i have inside to so many unwilling people.
and i don't learn.
maybe because i'm scared of getting the same reaction from them.
for them to want to be devoted to me.
that's uncertainty.
we all fear the unknown.
but if i fear it, how can i yearn for it?
this is silly and small and pointless. but i had to get it out... it's nothing major.
it's silly what one little photograph can do.
