Nov 10, 2006 02:33
And I meant to tell you I might have been in Love with someone-it wasn't you. I think I meant to tell you, but forgot in consciously deciding not to remember.
Felt the dissonance in your voice where it might have been warmth...
I remember triggers after she calls. it sits in my head, unheaded, because I didn't answer the second time. It sits until he tells me, it may be triggering.
I think red.
It may be triggering in different ways....
i remember.
I'm not sleeping, and It looks like rain.
Inside it's growing again.
Without knowing why I fight it, feeling it coming.
It's dark.
It's cold.
I wonder where they'll be a year from now and can't bring myself to think anymore.
i wonder where I will be and see nothing.
I wait for him to write. And when he does I barely answer.
Minimum, trying to be detached.
Yeah.
I'm bored.
don't write more.
do
not
write more.
I know I will.
Trying to be away and giving in .
Waiting for Urban Lights.
Good Night.
::EXHALE::