"sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay..."
phone calls from home prove only one thing. it's no longer my home.
everything there is falling apart and i am realizing christian pulled me out just as the tide was rising too high to survive.
i think this is where i'm supposed to let it all go for good and forget about those boys. they're drowning themselves and they still expect me to dive in and save them. well, i'm not there now, and it's time to learn to swim.
it breaks my heart, but i think i have to say goodbye.
so many things are all twisted up lately. the good and the bad have never evened out, that's just not the way of things, and i have always known that, but not like this...the scale is too far off to be even vaguely considered fair. i hope they can make it out still feeling.
it seems like one's already out for good.
**you can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth**
everything there is falling apart and i am realizing christian pulled me out just as the tide was rising too high to survive.
i think this is where i'm supposed to let it all go for good and forget about those boys. they're drowning themselves and they still expect me to dive in and save them. well, i'm not there now, and it's time to learn to swim.
it breaks my heart, but i think i have to say goodbye.
so many things are all twisted up lately. the good and the bad have never evened out, that's just not the way of things, and i have always known that, but not like this...the scale is too far off to be even vaguely considered fair. i hope they can make it out still feeling.
it seems like one's already out for good.
**you can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth**