As the sun tries to keep me warm through the living room window, I remember how I used to reflect that same kind of light. I still do, in the eyes of other people, but how can they not see that my light has been burning out for quite some time now? I must hide it so well that only I could be so observant– only I can notice that what’s walking alongside them is merely remnants of a person who almost made it.
– h.w // @ahurricaneinabottle
















