I dont't know what this is. it's when i look at you looking at me.
I feel like home.and yet, it's not home.
I find rest in your eyes, i'd like to linger in there for months. Or maybe years. Idon't know but i like it.
i'm forcing myself to start writing again.
it's been a long time, dear self.
I feel like home.and yet, it's not home.
I find rest in your eyes, i'd like to linger in there for months. Or maybe years. Idon't know but i like it.
i'm forcing myself to start writing again.
it's been a long time, dear self.
