Run, Run, Run

[ificouldiwould]

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Sometimes I feel like I'm not thinking about anything.
That my mind is unactive. Frozen in time.
Waiting for anything to smack me across the face.
It's almost like I'm empty
and when I catch myself feeling like this
I try to think of what I could've been thinking about
if I was thinking at all.

Sometimes the little things make me laugh.
Uncontrollably. Non stop giggles.
The kind of laughter that gives your
stomach muscles
a real work out.
I wish those times came more often than they actually do.
I live for those moments now-a-days.
And I can feel myself going slightly crazy
with everday that I don't get one.

Sometimes the small annoyances are overwhelming.
And drive me to an edge that lies far in my past.
To low points I used to understand
but are now forgien to me.

I'm scared of becoming stone.
I don't want to be cold.

"My heart is gold. What will you give me for it?"

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