19.3.07
imagine, if i would have never presumed...
i never knew you.
i dont want to know you.
you're not the person i thought you to be.
a.
"the heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none."
i lay awake on these treacherous mornings, wondering how i got to this place - to this state, wondering how to get out without a fight, wondering about regret. deep thinking of ways to fool regret. fool myself from feeling it. as i lay awake, i almost cry. i've done it again, silly girl! stop dreaming, start living in the real world. you're making a fool of yourself.
i dont believe in you anymore, i can only believe in me. you've let me down time and time again, and still im naive enough to have hope, to still have dreams, that one day you and i will be on the same plane - the same level. i still dream that you will be sweet and i will be scared, but when were alone, magic takes over and everything is out of our hands. i still dream of walking through opened doors and stealing kisses. hopeless romantics, we are. a dying breed.
b.
breath deep. spring break is time to read, to paint, to draw, to design, to sculpt, to work, to fall in and out of love with everything. to photograph yourself in wheat grass wearing silly dresses on the sides of highways, to stop being soo serious and laugh out loud/even at ourselves, and time to look high into the sky and see and believe that there is more than just "this".
"the rest is shadows, the rest is secret."
i never knew you.
i dont want to know you.
you're not the person i thought you to be.
a.
"the heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves. Until one day there are none."
i lay awake on these treacherous mornings, wondering how i got to this place - to this state, wondering how to get out without a fight, wondering about regret. deep thinking of ways to fool regret. fool myself from feeling it. as i lay awake, i almost cry. i've done it again, silly girl! stop dreaming, start living in the real world. you're making a fool of yourself.
i dont believe in you anymore, i can only believe in me. you've let me down time and time again, and still im naive enough to have hope, to still have dreams, that one day you and i will be on the same plane - the same level. i still dream that you will be sweet and i will be scared, but when were alone, magic takes over and everything is out of our hands. i still dream of walking through opened doors and stealing kisses. hopeless romantics, we are. a dying breed.
b.
breath deep. spring break is time to read, to paint, to draw, to design, to sculpt, to work, to fall in and out of love with everything. to photograph yourself in wheat grass wearing silly dresses on the sides of highways, to stop being soo serious and laugh out loud/even at ourselves, and time to look high into the sky and see and believe that there is more than just "this".
"the rest is shadows, the rest is secret."