- So tears never touched my cheeks, that was strange
- You text and I didn't care, that was strange
It is amazing that one can not want to think about it at all, yet yearn to talk about it at the same time.
-I want to know,
but I really, really don't.
I honestly want to accept it,
but not at all.
My brain is all over the joint, which is nice in a distracting sort of way. I do not fell intelligent, or insightful, or mature, but I do feel free.
I haven't quite decided what 'my deal' is yet. I do not know what I want, or who I want in any aspect of my life yet, which I am okay will, I just feel...disjointed.
I guess we sort of share a common experience, I think that's it. We're close enough that I can shamelessly rip off his posts without him caring, I am sure of that.
traces of spring
dandelion bubble heads
breed wonder
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