by Zachary Cavanaugh
In my opinion I think you wouldn’t be able to remember the moments that your hearts stopped or your breath has been taken away – But in honesty I remember them the most vividly.
Among all these other thoughts that fly around my head they’re nothing more then an argument, my head is nothing more then trench warfare I’m never making progress.
I’m still trying to make sense of some days for hours at night
I now understand your metaphors about pain; you’ve never looked more beautiful.