The sky use to be grey, all the time actually. I think it looks better blue though. Yeah. It looks much, much better.

And sometimes
you just have to put your
entire faith
in those who have lost your
trust
to understand the meaning of
change.

I cry sometimes
with the thought of us
with the thought of you
Here
with me
And I feel the coldness
of your ghost
lingering
As the times with you
play in my head
like a movie
where I know exactly how it ends.

I fell in love with this boy once. We were both very young and I guess the best word that would describe it was - lost. And to think a person like him, filled up the empty spaces in a person like me, completely. He was the first person to ever trigger these emotions, these feelings, to being whole. And for once, it felt kinda nice. You know, to have someone.