You on the run

It's not yourself you're running from.
It's your inability of dealing with your shit and pulling yourself together which makes you run like a sprinter.
But, darling, did you forget that life is a marathon?

Meta-universe

In every possible universe, we (would) have met each other and fell in love.

Yours (n)ever,
A–

Glue for the soul

You thought you broke me but you forgot I was already damaged.
And then you bought this glue for the soul and tried to fix me.
But you cannot glue back together the soul. But you tried anyway.
And when you failed, you understood that you weren't meant to be my soul repairer.
And one morning you decided that you've had enough so you decided to leave me.
The days passed, and I didn't hear from you.
I remained broken and my pieces were scattered.
Random people took a broken piece of me and kept it for themselves.
Not thinking that one day you might try to glue me back together again.
And when you came back for me, all that remained was the imprint of my broken soul on a dusty table.

(in)significance

In this vast universe that everyone think they are special, you need to understand that you are insignificant.
Until the moment that you see yourself through the eyes of the ones who love you.
Then, you become their significant other.

The black hole

We kept dreaming about death and in the end we became death.
Why couldn't have we dreamt about life instead?

Defeated

The rain kept coming down from the black sky and all the lies were washed away.

And what was left was the bare truth. A truth that neither of us was ready to face. 

A truth that killed everything that we ever believed in, hoped for and hide from.

We were done. And that was the moment to admit it.

We were dead inside and there was no salvation.

So we decided to return to our graves, where we belonged in the first place.

We buried ourselves fifteen feet underground.

And the outside met the inside. 

And we weren't hurting anymore.

Death had won the battle.

We were defeated.

The killing moon

-What do you do when you feel like the world is spinning a bit too fast for you to handle? 

-This is what I do. Because I need to believe that tomorrow will be a better day.