Can anyone describe to me what butterflies feel like, because I simply can’t remember.
I’m told it’s wonderful.
See, I can only remember the feeling of concrete in my belly and I don’t think that’s it.
I have this sinking feeling that weighs me down and takes the rose right off my lenses no matter how many times I repaint them.
I’m running out of breath, or maybe I’m just having my breath taken away.
It’s hard to tell anymore.
They say when the right person comes you instantly know.
I hope they come soon, it feels like I’m dying to meet them.