“I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.”—Joquesse Eugenia (via breatheitinrecords)
The sun follows me. She blinds me, she burns me. Sometimes she catches me off guard. Juliet is the sun, and the sun in spring tries to make me cry.
That summer, Juliet ran away from the Capulet’s and her smile glowed permanently. In the fall she told me she loved me and asked me if I loved her back. I told her no, but I wanted to tell her not yet. She was my lady, she was my love… if only she had know. In winter I decided that we, the star crossed lovers, could survive if we waited a little more. In spring Juliet took the dagger in her womb, and I didn’t knew where the poison was.
Pity me, for I’m fortune’s fool. I’m ready now, but there is no Juliet to love, and under love’s heavy burden do I sink. There is not going back, and there is no moving forward.
"Love is heavy and light, bright and dark, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake—it’s everything except what it is! This is the love I feel, though no one loves me back. Are you laughing?". -Romeo and Juliet, Act 1.