You know it’s gonna be bad when you start to expect things.
- Unknown (via felicefawn)
Time runs out as I run for time. I leave what I know for what I want to know. Wanderlust to find myself before I fully understand myself because I want to find myself. Does this make sense? Does anything have to make sense anymore? But then again I believed…. I’m so silly. I didn’t think of anything but blind trust. I am the sort that mistakes lust for love. Don’t push me to love myself and understand and grow because that is a sacred place for me. That is my light, my balance. If you want sex, a distraction, whatever the fuck it is you come out and you say it to my face. Bare your claws and knives when you come because I will look the other way and accept it. At least I knew what I did and you did not sneak in with a facade I trusted. I am naive. But I am open and with an understanding with you I will be honest. Honesty isn’t always beautiful at first. What the fuck am I even saying.