lets waste away like particles in the air
where does everything end and begin? i'm not talking about life and death... but, like where does your finger end and the air begin? i've been wondering that since i was three years old. i'd sit in my room, staring at my finger, trying to figure out where the hell the borders were. everything just sort of fades together. everything has glowing edges (or maybe that's just my eyesight).
i need to get out more. i need to stop being so impatient. it feels like steps are being taken back. i need to take a step foward so he can follow.
i just changed the subject quite suddenly. i need to make sense. well, i make sense to myself (at least, i like to believe i do). if i don't to you, then consider me a mystery until i do.
i need to get out more. i need to stop being so impatient. it feels like steps are being taken back. i need to take a step foward so he can follow.
i just changed the subject quite suddenly. i need to make sense. well, i make sense to myself (at least, i like to believe i do). if i don't to you, then consider me a mystery until i do.