818 lucky strike

i keep seeing the 818 flash on the clock like some horrible reminder i am late. i can hear your fucking voice every time i see it, with that stupid reminder to me. this ship is sinking faster than i can remember.

i am not quite ready to tell this story of you and all i learned from it. i can say quite simply though that i faced everything i did not think i had the muster to pass through.

this is why i am so eager to more forward, to think of the future. the past is only a lesson we should have learned from, and since i faced my fire.

i want to dream of the future that carries your beautiful smile, your wonderful love and the sound of happy voices in laughter.