you were afraid to find that all this hope you had sent into the sky by now had crashed...and it did
May 10, 2009
It's strange to think of how much I've changed. I say it over and over, but I never can quite feel it entirely. Today I'm close. My eyes are dry and my face unmoving. I feel pain no longer as a shot to the heart, but in a tingling in my skin. It's a new skin-- soft, but thicker than before. Instead of tears, my bitterness shows through a twitch in my smile. I'm at ease, but farther from happy than I ever wanted to be.
i was onto every play
i just wanted you
I've met people who have left indelible marks on me. A part of me transforms when I step in front of them. My words come from the subconscious mindlessly. Their presences give orders to my thoughts that I can't help but obey.
A character in a story that I haven't written.