"i noticed your smile when i got to the birch climbing"
it was a strange english class. we discussed wonderful robert frost poems - the need to just run away from things sometimes, rainbow ice storms (the shattered glass dome of heaven), and how one of the hardest things to comprehend is when someone with their whole life ahead of them dies. how it leaves you lost. she started silently crying and i wanted to hug her so badly. then my teacher<3 used me as an illustration. how if she held a stethoscope to my heart she would be listening to my heart beat. but what if instead, she wasn't listening to it anymore, she was listening at it. meaning it stopped. of all the lines to illustrate, all the examples she could have used, and all the others in the class.. she had to use it on me.
my heart physically aches and this is one thing that's not from my sickness. i am so sad.
my dreams will never come true so why do i insist on living in them? because they're the only things that get me through the day, it's true. when things get so bad i cannot take them, i shut everything out and pretend how it wouldn't be so bad if i weren't alone and someone was there to care. my dreams are like my birch trees.
my heart physically aches and this is one thing that's not from my sickness. i am so sad.
my dreams will never come true so why do i insist on living in them? because they're the only things that get me through the day, it's true. when things get so bad i cannot take them, i shut everything out and pretend how it wouldn't be so bad if i weren't alone and someone was there to care. my dreams are like my birch trees.