What have I to say?
I think I may have accidently divided myself by zero again.
There are sometimes too many variables; I've opened too many boxes, freed too many demons. Somethings don't work out, somethings have yet to. Some feelings are best left unexpressed, some feelings you wish you expressed sooner. You can't relive or rewatch. Press forward, comrades.
My dreams have been haunted recently by islands. Perhaps this symbolizes isolation? Too many times have I found myself at the coast or near an island. Every week at least I find myself there, and though my motives or situations may be different, the setting is the same. Dreams have told me things before, and I can't shake the feeling that they're trying to tell me something now. Then again, I don't believe in any of that bullshit.
Do you remember when we sang songs together? Do you remember when we ran shirtless down the drag, cheering a nondescript university? Do you remember when, over screams of, "oh my god yes", you jumped into my arms in congratulations? Do you remember chugging eggnog and chocolate milk in the car? Did any of that mean anything?
I'll stay undefined for awhile; if anyone needs me, I'm trapped in the equation. I guess we all are.
There are sometimes too many variables; I've opened too many boxes, freed too many demons. Somethings don't work out, somethings have yet to. Some feelings are best left unexpressed, some feelings you wish you expressed sooner. You can't relive or rewatch. Press forward, comrades.
My dreams have been haunted recently by islands. Perhaps this symbolizes isolation? Too many times have I found myself at the coast or near an island. Every week at least I find myself there, and though my motives or situations may be different, the setting is the same. Dreams have told me things before, and I can't shake the feeling that they're trying to tell me something now. Then again, I don't believe in any of that bullshit.
Do you remember when we sang songs together? Do you remember when we ran shirtless down the drag, cheering a nondescript university? Do you remember when, over screams of, "oh my god yes", you jumped into my arms in congratulations? Do you remember chugging eggnog and chocolate milk in the car? Did any of that mean anything?
I'll stay undefined for awhile; if anyone needs me, I'm trapped in the equation. I guess we all are.