Wasn't part of the plan

Hate writing, hate taking photographs but I really hate losing people who I could’ve squeezed into my future; why do we work so hard for the future when everyone we ever imagined would be in our future packs their bags? Exactly who’s going to be in this future, are we not preparing to be wealthy and lonely in the future? Surrounded by people who only wish we could give them a rand whilst the individuals we love talking to take all that’s theirs out our apartments; maybe all we ever needed was a decent job, I wonder if a decent job could keep the door locked and their clothes outside their suitcases.

We ought to seek a decent income but all we know is tapping keys expecting melody; all we ever do is drink gallons of coffee whilst dehydrating our inner selves by the loss of individuals who mean so much to us.

Initially staying wasn’t part of the plan and initially I never expected I’d love telling you my hurt and turning it into happiness...

Before we met you were just a seed...