currently listening to: "postcards from italy" - beirut
these days, i feel like i've been trying to catch water with my hands. it's a futile thing, though. it's a silly and pathetic thing to attempt to catch water through your hands when it will always trickle through the cracks of your fingers.
these days, i've been trying to salvage things that just want to slip away from me.
these days, i've been watching the clouds shift and change. i've been watching an empty sky fill with patches of white wisps, that quickly turn cold and grey.
everything is going to rust, and i guess i'll just have to adjust.
