I’ll never know.
I’ll never know what ever became of the girl I met in that small town in Wisconsin. I’ll never know her true dreams, where she finally ended up, or if she is still where I first encountered her. It’s one thing I think about before I finally fall asleep at night (or morning). I’ll never know if she still thinks of me, if she still walks in the same woods I would traverse through, or if she moved on to a world where I never existed. Does she still think of me, or does she even have a care in the world? Can this sort of thought even be healthy? I’m not even sure, but I know everyone has these kind of haunting thoughts before they travel to the dreamworld, in some way or another. I can’t be alone.
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