i'm ready to come home.
it took me two text messages, one phone call, and a five minute AIM conversation to remember that life really isn't fair, even for teenage boys.
it took me a ten minute drive into the heart of aurora to find someone who thought my presence actually mattered.
it took me 20 minutes in a smoke-filled van to realize that i am not the person i want to be.
it took me one good-bye hug and one look into tear-stained eyes to know that i am going to begin changing, because life does not stop to wait for depression to cease to exist.
sweetheart, i want you to know that you are one of the most amazing people i have ever met in my life. in two short weeks you have taken me under your wing and invited me into your home, your circle, and your life with open arms. my life is a movie and no matter what, you will always have a role in it. how does it feel to know you changed my entire life tonight? you are my hero, whether you want to be or not. you matter, whether you want to or not. i can only hope you will be a part of my life for all the times to come because there is just something about you that i just cannot place a finger on. i will forever hear that song and think of you.
this place is a prison, and these people aren't your friends. inhaling thrills through $20 bills, and the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again. there are guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth, and you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound, but you are not permitted to leave. i know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen in my living room late last night. it was almost too bright to see. and i know that it's not a party if it happens every night, pretending there's glamour and candelabra when you're drinking by candlelight. what does it take to get a drink in this place? what does it take? how long must i wait?
the postal service // this place is a prison
it took me a ten minute drive into the heart of aurora to find someone who thought my presence actually mattered.
it took me 20 minutes in a smoke-filled van to realize that i am not the person i want to be.
it took me one good-bye hug and one look into tear-stained eyes to know that i am going to begin changing, because life does not stop to wait for depression to cease to exist.
sweetheart, i want you to know that you are one of the most amazing people i have ever met in my life. in two short weeks you have taken me under your wing and invited me into your home, your circle, and your life with open arms. my life is a movie and no matter what, you will always have a role in it. how does it feel to know you changed my entire life tonight? you are my hero, whether you want to be or not. you matter, whether you want to or not. i can only hope you will be a part of my life for all the times to come because there is just something about you that i just cannot place a finger on. i will forever hear that song and think of you.
this place is a prison, and these people aren't your friends. inhaling thrills through $20 bills, and the tumblers are drained and then flooded again and again. there are guards at the on ramps armed to the teeth, and you may case the grounds from the cascades to puget sound, but you are not permitted to leave. i know there's a big world out there like the one i saw on the screen in my living room late last night. it was almost too bright to see. and i know that it's not a party if it happens every night, pretending there's glamour and candelabra when you're drinking by candlelight. what does it take to get a drink in this place? what does it take? how long must i wait?
the postal service // this place is a prison