Nov 17, 2010 01:31
Marble. Metallic.
I get the urge to call my therapists voicemail to say I've figured it out.
And its both exciting and despairing.
I don't call. But I'm here again and its been quite a long time since I've had it in me.
I am trapped inside myself.
But I can't notice until there is someone before me whom I wish to love.
And there are your eyes. And these past few days I have been growing distant. And I haven't known why.
Today the word was forlorn. I drove home after work and the word became trapped. And there were your eyes. And I don't know how you did it. I don't understand how your eyes work. But I needed that. I was so lonely here. Inside my thoughts.
Maybe because you got through a bit, maybe you'll be able to get through more. Maybe all of it. I would stare as long as I had to you know.