“lines of miscommunication and prideful silences”

this is why I avoid writing and this is why i have to start now.

I don’t want to be right, I need to be honest.

this means that even if the worst is true in its cruelty…if you were the source, the cause, the one…it doesn’t matter now does it?

clouds spread out and circle around me and in the middle of sun there is a blue that I can live with. Life like this can be happy and i can love you by honoring the memories that at one time made you so central in my world. happy new year.