I’ll chase you to the corners of the world.
You reject me every time I approach, your words stab me, and that look you give me twists that knife even deeper. And you can’t possibly believe just how much this hurts, and just how many shattered pieces of myself I have to pick up after.
But I’ll still chase you. To the ends of the earth. To the ends of time. See…
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
Wouter “Wally” De Backer