Runa Leto

Looks like I dreamt about you again. This has become a rarity and one that I have come to terms with not missing. Yet two nights ago there you were, real as always. 4D, a true fabrication of the person I knew 3 years ago. How strange? Wouldn't you think I would've forgotten all of those minute details about you by now? The crinkles in your nose, the smirk you pull when you know I'm wrong but convinced I'm right. The soft, attentive tone of voice you use when you tell me you love me. *usED, tOLD, loveD Sometimes I look out of my window, see your block of flats and wonder what you're up to. What music are you loving? Hows college going? How's your sister? Questions I am now somewhat content with never knowing the answers to- yet I still look for you when I walk along streets you too roam, when I ride buses you also present yourself on-but you're never there. Funny isn't it? I don't think I actually know what I'd do if I were to see you ...

looks like I'm back. although this blog has been painfully abandoned for 2 years, oddly i haven't stopped thinking about it. there have been numerous occasions where i've thought "i need to write this down" but felt as though i haven't had the place to- silly me. as an extremely brief update on my life, mind and heart are still broken but slowly and surely being fused back together, medication is still a lifeline but it's transitioning from spring to summer soon. And although my will to live dwindles, the contradictory feeling to grow and live gains strength too.