Friday, December 2, 2011


I used to sleep whenever I had the chance, crawling back into sheets still holding my shape, to hide in dark, lost hours

But now I find myself staying awake, even when it hurts, because I'm afraid of what I won't be there for. Which is funny --

I used to think there was nothing to miss.

I think Hope is waiting for the little moments that make everything worth it.

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