Seriously, i just want to get away now. just jump off a building and fly. I just want time to be alone but sheltered in a room or in a big space where no one’s there. I want to be in a white room that stands on white pillars. a glass piano at the corner, glass panes at the end of the room that overlooks a wide blue sea. cool wind would pass through the window and light blue curtains flutter in the gust of wind.
it just struck me today, that going to that place that you always dream of, is even harder than dying.
my heart broke even harder than it did three years ago.