Monthly Archives: February 2015

I don’t know who I am anymore. Not once in life have I been real, but I’ve never felt this close before.

I had a dream that we were dead but we pretended that we still lived With no regrets we never bled and we took everything life could give And came up broken empty handed in the end In the hearts

I don’t know who I am anymore. Not once in life have I been real, but I’ve never felt this close before.

I had a dream that we were dead but we pretended that we still lived With no regrets we never bled and we took everything life could give And came up broken empty handed in the end In the hearts

Living as if you’re dying.

I think that’s likely the best approach to life. To live ever day as if you are going to die. It sounds so simple, but I’ve never lived that way. Honestly, I don’t know what living that way looks like.

Living as if you’re dying.

I think that’s likely the best approach to life. To live ever day as if you are going to die. It sounds so simple, but I’ve never lived that way. Honestly, I don’t know what living that way looks like.