another sunrise

It's been another day of hiding from the rain, listening to City and Colour and reading obsessively. I finished Snow Island, it was beautiful. I was sad to turn the last page.
Being lonely isn't as uncomfortable as it used to be. I don't like it, but it feels familiar. I feel different to how I did before, and it's strange to think that four months ago I had nothing.
Still, it'd be nice if you wanted to see me. Or at least acknowledged my attempts to see you.

I know it must be horrible to be torn between the two people you love the most. I won't make a fuss.



photo credit - myself