D E C E M B E R, F R I D A Y 1 3, 2 0 1 3.
"Life is without meaning. You bring the meaning to it. The meaning of life is whatever you ascribe it to be. Being alive is the meaning."
She makes me feel a way that I can only describe as seeing sunlight after days of rain.
I don't know what I am supposed to do with everything I feel for her.
I'd never thought I'd feel this thing again. The thing they called love.
No one ever showed me how to keep the ocean hidden beneath my skin.
No one ever told me; in love, you drown.
But there is a thing that I already know.
You gave me back the smile that I once lost.
You saved me from the nothing I've become.
