mood: joyful
music: "Your Ex-Lover is Dead" - Stars
the more I begin to think about it, and want it, the more I know that reality will ever hinder upon my doorsteps. It slips away from me every so slightly as the dew across my face lingers ever so near my eyes. I truly do wonder if what I have with you already is enough, or do I need or want more. As I begin to quarrel over my thoughts and find that it may never be, I do regret the actions that I have taken from stopping such a journey. I here wait for the answers to dwell upon me as they have dwelled upon so many others, as I begin to ravage my soul for answers I find that ... I should just let it be and wait, wait, wait, 'til sorrow comes and finds me.
then again i might truly never find what i am looking for
so swallow me
and never spit me out.


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