aesthetic, moon, and ocean image
how often do we have to say goodbye just to see each other again till it really is the last time? not knowing what comes next, always wondering of what is going to happen to us if something will happen eventually. I am unsure of it, I am waiting for the unknown to be. honestly, I´m afraid. These thoughts keep haunting me in my sleep, spinning around, messing with my head, destroying what we have by questioning what could have been. it is the lack of time, the wrong timing that makes us what we are, what we´re going to be and what we never will be. time. the only thing we miss.