‪someday i'll be staring down the streetlights in the distance over those hills. the yellow-white and the blue-white ones in the town nobody cares for on the dead streets. someday i'll run through them again.‬

maybe someday i'll be lost in my thoughts in one of those times and, for once, i won't be alone. maybe someone else will be there. just silently, walking alongside me, knowing without words or glances. and in that moment i think i would feel loved in some very strange way

‪the fog was not normal. the fog was not everyday. the lonely night did not normally have the fog. but when it did, there's no more beautiful sight. and so i miss it‬

‪someday i'll wander into the fog and i won't wander out. i hope so. not today, not tomorrow, not in a decade. but someday‬

i look back on places i once was and i can't help but miss them. not for the people, not for the things. just the spaces. the walks i had so many times. so many lonely nights. i miss them. maybe in death they'll come back to me one day

‪i guess i know where i'll send myself if i ever completely lose it.‬

‪sometimes i bare my heart more openly in public, raw and unconcealed, than i do even on my private alt account for my closest friends. this is such a thread. and yet, you know, i don't know if anyone even knows what i mean by any of this. it's not even abstract. it's just a life‬