May 31, 2005 19:37
"Of all the shootingstars i knew
I never felt at ease with anyone but you
Don't ever wonder where i go
Remember that the grass still grows beneath the snow
When everything around turns blue
Just fall asleep and wake when it's all through "
more at ease and less a tumult of jealousy and stingy drug-use
this random boy
is terrified of unmoving silence, but lacks much logical substance. it's okay i need some happiness