trying to sleep but i always wake up/ haven't seen you in weeks maybe we should...
my happiness is no longer in the proximity of a 12-minute metro ride. it is 2500 miles away. it is in los angeles wildfires. and it is still all too uncertain.
i get too jealous and i'm not good at long distances and i'm not good at guessing. it's already day countdowns to when he'll be on the east coast. it's already being lonely every night. but this is my choice and in a way i need the space and i need to figure me out too. its hard to rationalize this when i'm laying on the floor feeling the bass and letting the tears fall because sometimes i just plain hate being alone. so i sleep with purple plaid and listen to one of the fourteen cds and realize that that is his way of trying, but 9 days 9 days.
"every wave on the atlantic was like a dead seagull dragging its driftwood artillery from horizon to horizon"
i get too jealous and i'm not good at long distances and i'm not good at guessing. it's already day countdowns to when he'll be on the east coast. it's already being lonely every night. but this is my choice and in a way i need the space and i need to figure me out too. its hard to rationalize this when i'm laying on the floor feeling the bass and letting the tears fall because sometimes i just plain hate being alone. so i sleep with purple plaid and listen to one of the fourteen cds and realize that that is his way of trying, but 9 days 9 days.
"every wave on the atlantic was like a dead seagull dragging its driftwood artillery from horizon to horizon"