and you sit and you watch and you feel that you need to break free; that no matter how much you do it’s as if you never do enough. it’s not self-improvement, it’s self-identification. staring in a dark corner and letting images flashing before your mind as the impression decays and you feel it farther and farther away and you want to chase…
there is much beauty to be seen in unresolved feelings, in half-spent loves. it’s just that we don’t always want to deal with our incomplete feelings and uncertain impressions and just simply understand that beauty that’s rolling down our cheeks.
P.S. Thank you :)
