Real/Fake

Nothing is real.

As I sit here typing this post, my heart is far away. My mind floats through the air, searching for him. It drifts through the memories…conversations we've had, places we've gone, times we spent together. My soul longs for those times again.

But none of it was real. None of those moments were anything more than friendship. Oh, I can dream all I want to, remember all I want – but the fact remains. It wasn't real.  Nothing is real.

What do you do when you realise everything you've hungered for, is fake? 

It exists only in your mind. 

It doesn't exist.

It's not real. 

There are no (suitable) words

I just wrote a whole post, and deleted it almost immediately again. It was not a 'suitable for any stranger to read' post, very personal and as such is not being posted! So I guess I have nothing else to say then.

"All this feels strange and untrue
And I won't waste a minute without you"

Hold On

So won’t You now
Hold on to me, hold on
Hold on to me, yeah
Please don’t let me go no, no, hold on
‘Cause I am prone to wonder
Prone to leave this faith I know

Hold on

[Shawn McDonald – Hold On]