It's a long drive to Hell and I've got a song stuck in my head. I don't know the lyrics but the melody is clear. The keys of a piano churn out notes in patterns of fours, fives and sixes, transitioning every few bars. It sounds cluttered but intriguing, and I feel like someone should be singing. Like I know this song but I just can't recall where I've heard it before. A distant memory, lost on some dusty shelf in the back of my mind——just out of reach.
I glance outside the tinted, dirty window adjacent to me in the escort's car. Everything outside looks grey. It shouldn't. It's a bright, cloudless June day——but that's not how it looks. Maybe it's the window. Maybe it's my mind. Maybe the world just lost its colour. I don't know. I don't care. It's grey outside and grey in here and everything's just fucking grey.
It's getting hard to stay calm. In truth, I
if you must know everything I’ve pretty much given up on the idea of finding someone who actually means what they say the entire time... and i cant trust you or anyone else because lies have unfolded and everything has come undone so nothing's important officially...
There is a "right way" not an easy way, nor a clear way, or even a logical way. There is hope, and if I'm your hope then so be it, I won’t let you slip, I won’t let you fall, but' that’s only if you CAN trust me. I have never lied to you, nor have I betrayed, or even told a white lie. I have always loved you, and I know I could have and should have been there more
but if I were to accept what you say
That nothing is important officially, then that is to say, everything I have ever done in your name has died in vain. If you give up on the idea, then I give up on that idea, even if it turns out that we're not for each other. But if you stop believing that you tak