For every moment i breathe, I’d utter your love under it. For every moment I sigh, I’d wish that you were here by my side. For every chance that I get, I’d breathe you in but like gas, you’d find a way to slip away.
i am nothing but an archive of distant memories and ephemeral dreams.
— Aqilah H. (@aqiveh) May 15, 2016
Don’t act like you know me.
Everything you see isn’t what it seems to be.
You know that I like or dislike certain things.
You know that I have a certain way of doing it.
You know how I like to dress up or down,
or how I like to play with my gown.
The things that you see are what I showed you.
All that and you still don’t have a single clue.