The Treacherous Act Of Walking The Line Between Broken Hearted And Bursting Hearted.
Each of these days is only further illustration
Of a line I've always felt a deep understanding towards.
"I don't know what to do on days when it feels like my heart could either break or burst."
Because, honestly, how could this heart of mine burst when every day I'm reminded how little my father cares.
And how could I honestly be happy when my only connection to friends is through their songs?
And how can I be expected to be chipper when all I have time for anymore is work, work, work?
And it really seems like every single thing that crosses my path suddenly has something to do with Colorado.
And I have seriously seen the word "regal" more now than I ever have in my life.
And I just want to forget what's going on.
I just want to finally have a chance to take care of pictures and write letters and do things I love with people I love.
But, really, how could this heart of mine break when I just spent such a beautiful three days with such wonderfully beautiful people?
And how could I really be sad when all I have to do is look at my arm to be reminded how much I love my brother, and my life?
And how can I really take my broken heart seriously when I think of upcoming plans like seeing Pat and Ty next week and seeing Radiohead with friends and checking out my future apartment next month?
And I'm constantly hearing my friends beautiful voices each time I play my iPod.
And I now have yet another cover of everyone's favorite Super Famicom song.
And spring is here!
And in just a few months, I'm leaving this town!
And, really, my heart could very well burst at any second.
But that won't stop it from breaking at any given moment.
Of a line I've always felt a deep understanding towards.
"I don't know what to do on days when it feels like my heart could either break or burst."
Because, honestly, how could this heart of mine burst when every day I'm reminded how little my father cares.
And how could I honestly be happy when my only connection to friends is through their songs?
And how can I be expected to be chipper when all I have time for anymore is work, work, work?
And it really seems like every single thing that crosses my path suddenly has something to do with Colorado.
And I have seriously seen the word "regal" more now than I ever have in my life.
And I just want to forget what's going on.
I just want to finally have a chance to take care of pictures and write letters and do things I love with people I love.
But, really, how could this heart of mine break when I just spent such a beautiful three days with such wonderfully beautiful people?
And how could I really be sad when all I have to do is look at my arm to be reminded how much I love my brother, and my life?
And how can I really take my broken heart seriously when I think of upcoming plans like seeing Pat and Ty next week and seeing Radiohead with friends and checking out my future apartment next month?
And I'm constantly hearing my friends beautiful voices each time I play my iPod.
And I now have yet another cover of everyone's favorite Super Famicom song.
And spring is here!
And in just a few months, I'm leaving this town!
And, really, my heart could very well burst at any second.
But that won't stop it from breaking at any given moment.