note to myself
and it's beautiful, isn't it? the way we all look at life with empty eyes and pass each other by never really understanding. skim the surface and watch hope being swallowed alive by pain. love is blind but its not deaf and i've heard every word you said. every single word you've said. it was the emotion of whispering, "let me come and help you, grab hold of my hand"; but i fear these angels' wings are weighted down and drowning. i'm on my way but i think you need more help than i can give. i think you need more help than you can ask for.