whois

I can see myself standing in the distance. But that horizon just doesn't get nearer.

Maybe that girl, that woman, that person that I wanted to be--that I want to be--does exist somewhere. Looping in eternal return, still smiling with a heart filled with dreams and a fanciful understanding of how the world works. Living with the virginal passion of one who doesn't possess the crushing knowledge of defeat.

Am I looking at who I could still be? Am I mourning over who I was?

it's been a shitty day