When you ache for someone that is no longer in your life, or never has been.

Dear Universe...

The carpenter of my dreams speaks to me.

Unforeseen circumstances have opened my eyes to the false faith of the American Dream. I wish I was privileged.

?

The world feeds my sadness.

An attempt at the prompt of connection.

Alone, once again.

Erupting thoughts.

Love isn’t real

Wants over needs, right?

Just in my feels.

The bellows of my youth continue to beg.

Based off of a dream I had. Maybe one day I’ll turn it into a finished story.