Mar 26, 2004 15:54
" If dreams were thunder,
lightning was desire,
this old house would've burned down,
oh, a long time ago."
To say that I miss something would be to imply that it is gone - What of those things that have not left, but are simply changing?
I've been dodging emotional honesty with a stealth known by only the worst of men - and it's beginning to catch up with me.