“..and the vision that was planted in my brain

still remains within the sounds of silence.”

To lose something you’ve idealized for so long

To give a part of yourself to lust

To forget momentarily what a complete and hopeless romantic you are

To realize that you’ve made a mistake

That none of what happened aligns with your character

But not you know

And you grow for the sake of knowing

Who you are

And who you’re not.