Yosemite by alexis mire on Flickr.


fixated on the berries

das me 

image macro by vodkamtndew

Dear Laura

I used to drive to your place even after I’d been drinking. That’s the kind of hold you had on me, and that’s why it had to end.

I want to stop visiting you because I hurt in places I can’t find on a good day and my peripheral vision is going away until all I see is you waiting at the end of a cracked road. If I don’t stop coming back to you I’m going to disappear, and you need to stop whispering your secrets to me from your side of the curtain. Laura, you know I want to hide with you. I need to leave before I forget how to be seen.