Late night sorrow
The sweet, fresh-scented skin of my forehead aches for his lips to plant their loving good night so that I can finally forget the world and fall into a deep, comforting slumber.
So I’ve been off work this whole week for my preschool’s summer vacation, but honestly I’m not enjoying myself at all. I just sit around all day, waiting for my sun and stars to finish work so I can see him or at least talk to him. Finally in the same country, and still I don’t see him as often as I’d like. I’m deprived of his love even now, here, in the same...
Forgive me for being cliche, but I just want to get away. Far away. I want to take the train to the airport, get on a plane going somewhere tropical, and stay there for a month or two. I’m sick of my dad’s drinking, watching him break my mommy’s heart, and then see her crush his soul in spite. I’m tired, scared and fed up. I just want to escape from this madness…
I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone...– Oscar Wilde (via cavum)