i just want to scream and lose control
after today...i looked back at my recent posts (it's been a while) and they were all emo-y angsty and like "blah blah i feel so numb blah blah not really alive blah blah".
forgive me for the crazy clichedness that's about to follow.
I’ve always heard it said, but I’ve never really understood how much light an overcast day can shed.
It’s so strange that something as simple as going out for a jog just before the storm can lead to something as, well, right as rain. That lightning and a fifteen minute downpour can bring out that dormant heart-in-throat-take-me-I’m-yours dizziness. I’m falling, I’m falling, I promised myself this would never happen again and three years later here I am, and that much stronger because of time…
…but I haven’t changed.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, because I know what I’m going to do is to hide in my room and bury my head in books and dreaming because it’s better then being disappointed or hurt…
…even though that’s what I am when I back out, wimp out, run away.
Because unlike last time, this time it’s my fault, I chance I didn’t take, and I wish I had, I may always wish I had…
Nine more days. It seems like a heartbeat next to three years. What are the chances that it happens again? Lightning never strikes the same place twice, but is there a way I can wish for another storm, a way to recreate a moment thrown away? To rewind time, to pile back into an elevator, dripping and laughing hopelessly, to pause it there before it’s half an hour too late and everything is like it was?
haha okay i ended up going on for a lot longer then i planned. i'm gonna go now. you can call me if you want to, because i'm in a mood where I will talk your ear off if you do ;)
forgive me for the crazy clichedness that's about to follow.
I’ve always heard it said, but I’ve never really understood how much light an overcast day can shed.
It’s so strange that something as simple as going out for a jog just before the storm can lead to something as, well, right as rain. That lightning and a fifteen minute downpour can bring out that dormant heart-in-throat-take-me-I’m-yours dizziness. I’m falling, I’m falling, I promised myself this would never happen again and three years later here I am, and that much stronger because of time…
…but I haven’t changed.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, because I know what I’m going to do is to hide in my room and bury my head in books and dreaming because it’s better then being disappointed or hurt…
…even though that’s what I am when I back out, wimp out, run away.
Because unlike last time, this time it’s my fault, I chance I didn’t take, and I wish I had, I may always wish I had…
Nine more days. It seems like a heartbeat next to three years. What are the chances that it happens again? Lightning never strikes the same place twice, but is there a way I can wish for another storm, a way to recreate a moment thrown away? To rewind time, to pile back into an elevator, dripping and laughing hopelessly, to pause it there before it’s half an hour too late and everything is like it was?
haha okay i ended up going on for a lot longer then i planned. i'm gonna go now. you can call me if you want to, because i'm in a mood where I will talk your ear off if you do ;)