oh looky an analogy.
in the car i looked out the window and asked myself "how did i get here" and blurred through the answer like a little kid does when they are reading a long name in a book. and i did it for the same reason too--i was riding along in the story, couldn't be slowed by minor details, didn't want the name to dissapoint me and not fit the noise i'd made for it in my head. so i held on to the window and sucked in the breeze as hard as i could and shut my eyes and wondered just when i let myself put aside big things as small ones...like self respect, and morals. but i couldn't think like that, not then and still not now, and i am trying so damn hard to be happy all the time that i can't even function.
so i let out three big sighs for my wilted personality and stared into the horizon thinking of my lonliness and i wondered why i was so damn sad and lonely without you and the same way with you and yet clinging to you like you were something worth trying to save.
i thought you were reaching for my hand but you just wanted some water.
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p.s. megan moore, phone number?
so i let out three big sighs for my wilted personality and stared into the horizon thinking of my lonliness and i wondered why i was so damn sad and lonely without you and the same way with you and yet clinging to you like you were something worth trying to save.
i thought you were reaching for my hand but you just wanted some water.
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p.s. megan moore, phone number?