Nicole Johnson

Life may go on and time may very well heal,
but for me it’s at a standstill.
Memories of what you could have looked like forever etched deeply into my brain.
If only I could have seen you just once to know if you were my carbon-copy.
I miss you.
Is it selfish when i inwardly shudder at the excitement of someone else’s happiness?
This dim place of illusive hideaways has become the labyrinth of my darkest days .
Taking a deep breath before I start my day while downing the glass of heated caffeine.
Into my veins goes the morphine.