#12

My life is not the same. And it's strange to live a life that it's not yours entirely. When it doesn't fit you the same way. Like when you stay at your parents house and end up dressing something from your old closet, it still suits you (your body hasn't changed much in the last 10 years), you still remember loving that dress but it's not you anymore, it's your old you. Just like that. My life is not the same. It suits me, the patterns and the sounds, but it's not me yet, there are little stitches that still itch, some loose ends that don't look as good as it should, there's not yet any summer song like I used to have, some empty hours after the gym, some little silences.
but I already took the desert off the walls

 and now I just need somebody I can hold hands with. just that.