Headaches. Heartaches. So close but so far, far away. When you’re all alone your mind often roams about the things you should have said while you both laid in bed. Inches between your flesh, oceans between your hearts. You tripped up from the start. As kids you dreamt of these days with poetic tales and swore you’d never be how your parents were, yet here you are. Yet here you are
I wish there was a god.
Or that I still believed there was one.
- Vincent van Gogh, Letter from Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh. (via wordsnquotes)
- Jiddu Krishnamurti (via wordsnquotes)