and the day we broke up was the day i went flying, the day i set soar in the skies above with my little wings, that are now the width of an eagle's. it is funny how you think about your life consistently and how you think it will pan out and then it never quite goes according to your daydreams.
it takes years and mistakes to get your daydreams into reality.
breathless abandonment.
its weird for me to pull out the files of old memories, its like something i have so simply tried to erase. from moment to moment, i erase. but little bits of nothing remain.
the moment i walked out your hideous door, my daydreams fell right before me as if i was walking through a wardrobe of wonders and every little door opened after that.
here i sit.literally....wondering how....
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