Maybe is a big word.
I am in such a strange place at this moment in my life. I am both empty and still full. I am the glass and the milk it holds. I am both happy and sad. I am the young, laughing boy in an old forgotten photograph.
I’ve fallen hard again, and it hurts. Good thing for me, I’ve been here before, or else this might be sting a lot more.
Only wish I could get the love part down as well as I have the pain. Maybe the world just might start to make sense. And maybe I might be less of an asshole.