Jul 10, 2005 08:24
I can't reach out and ask you for help. I can't ask you all the hard questions - that would make too much sense. Instead I wake up at five in the morning with a stomach ache and a racing mind.
Some people can blindly trust, but I need proof. I'd like to say that it's the scientist in me, but really, it's the scaredy cat in me.
It's days like these that I need to keep moving in order to save me from myself. It's days like today that are the most productive and destructive.
When I spent time with my grandma in the kitchen she used to get so frustrated with me because I did things too quickly and forgot to clean up my mess before I moved on. Some things just don't change. I still make decisions too quickly and don't usually stick around to clean up my own mess.
My trip to New Mexico turned out to be a little too introspective. Next year I'd like a mindless summer vacation.
billy joel - for the longest time