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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

Memories

Those memories we left in the late afternoon rain...I forgave you, but you couldn’t do the same. A black hole so painful to watch, I had to run. So, down the muddy trail I escaped, I kept on going until my tears dried up and my shades fell into the darkness. You disappeared and I never looked behind my trembling silhuette. For, like a time vortex, I couldn’t cross the barrier between our colors and go back.

I tried to find a brighter light inside an even darker future. I only hoped to find myself.

 

(inspired by: beautiful photographs of Lake District & Norfolk, England, like the one above;  this song and this GIF)

 

Love & A High Functioning Sociopath,

TheBassGirl-182