hamsterhero28

Unwritten words lay in wait clinging to the unexplored corners of my brain, tar, clogging potential pathways. I swear I wanted to tell you that your eyes are full of endless possibilities, and that if I were an optimist I'd be foolish not to explore them all. Hands twitch in anticipation. Picking at the edges of my nails as if I could pull the urges out by eliminating the skin surrounding them. How I long to touch your face, to trace your smile, close my eyes, and embed you into my subconscious. Mind racing to and from memories that never existed outside of my head. Chasing the highs and lows of every substance we deemed worthy. I just w