I’m Letting Go Of The Ghosts Of You

Maybe everything has their time and place. Maybe you were always meant to be temporary. Maybe we were destined to come and go like shooting stars that light up the night sky.

Here’s To The Quiet Ones

To the ones don’t speak in exclamation marks, but whose question marks make you re-evaluate all that you know.

This Is My Apology For Not Believing In You

Deep down I knew I had become the cause of your pain, the destruction of everything you once knew. But I couldn’t muster the courage to face you, not after all that I had put you through.