im holding your heart hostage, is that clear?
I had work today. it blew.
on a much lighter note:
It's a.m.a.z.i.n.g. to think that we stare up at the clouds and find shapes in them. And you look up to your left or to your right, and see endless sky. And over where the snowman is floating off to, miles away, somewhere someone else is seeing that same shape morph into something else. Someone miles away is looking towards my direction, towards my area of sky and thinking that someone is underneath it.....if that's not amazing, i don't know what is.
i feel like posting stuff in my saved mail.
i save everything. all my old entrys, teehhee.
“I like to look at the lights from the city,” she began, “And think about what each light could be. Like see...that one is a...Burger King. And that bunch over there? It’s a neighborhood. The families are already in bed though, all safe and snug.”
He broke her sentence.
“Hey um..”
“Yeah..?”
“They’re just lights.”
“Yeah...yeah, you’re right.”
This wasn’t so special anymore. Maybe she was misconstruing honesty for feelings. Maybe she imagined the whole thing in her head. Maybe she imagined him. Maybe she just didn't know. Maybe he was like all the others, and would end up not falling madly in love with her like she dreamed, but she would be come a crutch. Just a shoulder.
But she just wanted to share something of herself with him. She just wanted to give a piece of herself.
Try one.
Shut down.
on a much lighter note:
It's a.m.a.z.i.n.g. to think that we stare up at the clouds and find shapes in them. And you look up to your left or to your right, and see endless sky. And over where the snowman is floating off to, miles away, somewhere someone else is seeing that same shape morph into something else. Someone miles away is looking towards my direction, towards my area of sky and thinking that someone is underneath it.....if that's not amazing, i don't know what is.
i feel like posting stuff in my saved mail.
i save everything. all my old entrys, teehhee.
“I like to look at the lights from the city,” she began, “And think about what each light could be. Like see...that one is a...Burger King. And that bunch over there? It’s a neighborhood. The families are already in bed though, all safe and snug.”
He broke her sentence.
“Hey um..”
“Yeah..?”
“They’re just lights.”
“Yeah...yeah, you’re right.”
This wasn’t so special anymore. Maybe she was misconstruing honesty for feelings. Maybe she imagined the whole thing in her head. Maybe she imagined him. Maybe she just didn't know. Maybe he was like all the others, and would end up not falling madly in love with her like she dreamed, but she would be come a crutch. Just a shoulder.
But she just wanted to share something of herself with him. She just wanted to give a piece of herself.
Try one.
Shut down.