Oct 30, 2008 19:05
There is this strange empty yet vibrant familiar feeling stuck under my breastbone. I've read words that brought me back to 2003 and 2004. I've done so much growing up and at the same time I've made a hundred mistakes I wouldn't have made back then.
My lips are ridiculously swollen and full of blisters after breaking out in a fever last night.
My last night with you, for now.
You are the asnwer to all of my desires and future plans.
The gentle, yet a dormant mad man whom I will obtain his last name from
and bring to perfection our quirky ways
until no one knows when.