It’s been tiring. Work. And all that. Really takes some getting used to, this new life. *laughs to self* I find myself having to be disciplined, more than before. Lead me where i’m not keen to go?
Paint me royal blue and hues of gold, pull me closer, no one will know. Play with my hair till my smile glows. Its the tender hour. Its moments like these when i’m amused. Its moments like these when i’m confused. Don’t know which emotion to explore, i just know i’m needing something more. – The Tender Hour, Mia Palencia
I can’t keep pretending that *maybe* one day, something will happen.
Look at the feelings i sweep under the rug.
And that moment of longing will pass. You’re a morsel. A pretty distraction. I wish for you to go away and i wished you stayed.