when they call your name, will you walk up with a smile on your face, or will you cower in fear?

I’ll take another pill to fall asleep and slip into unconscious reality.
i slowly fade away and begin this dream where the pieces fit so easily.

January 14, 2011

I've been looking at you closely lately, trying to remember the details that make up who you are. The way your hair sticks up in certain places and the small curve of your bottom lip. The way your eyes close a little bit every time you smile at me. It's things like these that make me wonder what we're doing here. Why is it that they earth has been around for billions of years, but we're only here now? I've been remembering the details that make up who you are just incase you're not around one day.

January 13, 2011

This is what it's like. It's sitting alone in a crowdedrestaurant, eating silently and trying to feel comfortable with yourself for the firt time in a long time. It's reading storie about a boy trying to live because living is what you're supposed to do. It's about getting embarrassed for not having enough experience and you're just trying to understand it. This is what it's like on a day like today; a day where the snow continues to fall without ever aking a moment to catch its breath. There are the days when we're alive, but we're not really living. This is what it's like.

January 12, 2011

Your hand is bigger than mine. It's supposed to be. It still manages to fit perfectly though. You know the right things to say and when to say them. It's supposed to be that way.

January 12, 2011

We've been stealing glances with wandering hands and meaningless words. We're hoping to find something permanent, not temporary.