as always, thoughts.
the ways my brain finds to cope are interesting, to say the least...
dead puppy dreams?? what does that mean?
maybe it just means i should get more sleep.
funny, everything "changed", but the start to my summer has just been exactly like the school year. exactly. same days. same nights. same mornings after the nights... same feelings. same house. same friends. same people. same job. same hours. same family. same hugs. same smiles.
i guess the "change" is just a given, and all of this is exactly the same, just on a timer that wasn't there before.
but maybe the smile isn't the same. maybe if you look hard enough, there is a glimmer of something in our smiles. we smile like we're not sure when we're going to meet again and we want to make every second of that smile worth it. there is a little sympathy in our smiles, i think, and i'm not sure why. we smile like we're making up for something. because we know that timer is ticking. and we're not sure when the next chance for a smile with that person will come.
"The kiss: something made of nothing, tasting very sweet."
- M.E. Bueli
dead puppy dreams?? what does that mean?
maybe it just means i should get more sleep.
funny, everything "changed", but the start to my summer has just been exactly like the school year. exactly. same days. same nights. same mornings after the nights... same feelings. same house. same friends. same people. same job. same hours. same family. same hugs. same smiles.
i guess the "change" is just a given, and all of this is exactly the same, just on a timer that wasn't there before.
but maybe the smile isn't the same. maybe if you look hard enough, there is a glimmer of something in our smiles. we smile like we're not sure when we're going to meet again and we want to make every second of that smile worth it. there is a little sympathy in our smiles, i think, and i'm not sure why. we smile like we're making up for something. because we know that timer is ticking. and we're not sure when the next chance for a smile with that person will come.
"The kiss: something made of nothing, tasting very sweet."
- M.E. Bueli