Notes weren’t written in conditional ink, so I don’t understand how I’m holding you back, guess you want time to be free as if you’re restricted here
It all disappears, all is temporary
Lovers to strangers with many possibilities, no one has love like an anchor says he who is searching, hurting
Exerting loving energy to blocked receptors if the answer is maybe don’t even bother, death is certain, do you want to have my hand or walk, what are we
Relationship maintenance among fighting for our lives, walking dead.
Is love temporary too,
Point of living dying confused?
Asked by, the hurting heart.