waiting for departure.


i'll fly away to the place i belong.
wherever that may be.
i'm going somewhere and for now,
i'm just waiting.
care to take a seat and join me?

oh, and i'm molly, but you can call me moll.

4.6.11

how much more of an effort can i make to be apart of your life before i should give up? you don’t try at all, and yet, here i am day after day attempting to make us work. i’m afraid to quit, though, because i’m not ready to lose you forever.