" i will race you to the waterside "
okay, you caught me. i'm not as great or strong as i pretend to be. i'm a mess and those words that pass so easily between my lips are lies that i can never ever shrug off. i am more romantic and whimsical than small waves and no goodbyes. maybe i do care a world more than i let on. but i don't know how else to be. i'm afraid that if i try to say goodbye, a please don't go will slip out. if the walls come down, the flood might start. and i -- i can't -- i'm not sure i'll be able to pull myself out of the water.