Steam
I wrote about 2 pages the day... I felt better afterward. I know that doesnt seem like much its a great stretch from where I was. And its a load on my shoulder that hurt too much to carry... so I took a break, and put the load in the back of my closet, and I just sorta forgot about it for a while, or tried to at least.
I Still havent found Boots. How could finding one precious being be so difficult? It makes no sense. I feel like Boots is right beside me all the time, and we just keep missing each other. there's something we're not doing right. I dont know what. I want it. I hope its not the Forbidden Fruit. Like thats the reason I cant get to it, you know? I just hope that the reason its so hard to is to prove that "Nothing good comes easy."
I found a pair of stunning blue eyes, and I cant even attain those. Perhaps I really have set my standards much higher than in the past. I wanted that blue obsessively. I cant get it off my mind. Now everything I think reminds me of blue. I see blue everywhere, and the truth is, you'd think it would have worked, we would have made perfect sense together... and I guess thats why I cant shake the thought. The Question is: Why didnt he call? He clearly was interested. And we clearly share a lot in common. And I think the thought that is finally going to put my mind at rest is knowing (or at least believing in myself) that the reason he didnt call was because he thought it was too good to be true, and didnt want to be disappointed.
I want to say more.
I Still havent found Boots. How could finding one precious being be so difficult? It makes no sense. I feel like Boots is right beside me all the time, and we just keep missing each other. there's something we're not doing right. I dont know what. I want it. I hope its not the Forbidden Fruit. Like thats the reason I cant get to it, you know? I just hope that the reason its so hard to is to prove that "Nothing good comes easy."
I found a pair of stunning blue eyes, and I cant even attain those. Perhaps I really have set my standards much higher than in the past. I wanted that blue obsessively. I cant get it off my mind. Now everything I think reminds me of blue. I see blue everywhere, and the truth is, you'd think it would have worked, we would have made perfect sense together... and I guess thats why I cant shake the thought. The Question is: Why didnt he call? He clearly was interested. And we clearly share a lot in common. And I think the thought that is finally going to put my mind at rest is knowing (or at least believing in myself) that the reason he didnt call was because he thought it was too good to be true, and didnt want to be disappointed.
I want to say more.