I love that the color swatch is called “love bird”
Might well be made of glass
The shell of this man that once was. will be
The reality of what is really real yet false
The ebb and flow of this mind. my mind
My perception of what it is to be some times
To feel alone in a crowded room. without you near
The strength I fear. the love I crave
The breath of you that fills my lungs
Exhale that which gives me life
My fragile state.
The usual feeling…
Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the most terrible poverty.
—Mother Teresa (via loneliness)