IF your lucky in life, you'll meet someone who you will never forget. Someone so special that time itself is the only thing you're worried about running out of. being able to be with this person is your only concern. and nothing else seems to matter. and most of all, you never want to think about losing them. this is what you live for. It was hard to let go. because when I was around him, it was just me. I didn't have to be anyone but myself. People like that are hard to find. and I think once we lost those people "We're afraid" We'd never find them again. Life is the art of drawing, without the eraser. all those memories we share, I cherish every one of them. {I wish I could belong to something......} ~~~ As easily as something can belong to me. Off--plan today. Don't ask. I'm having a rough time. I just want to lay in a different part of my brain and float through the invisible dreamspace. Be carried on the backs of fuzzy thoughts, as if I were looking at them through frosted glass. Drift behind the silver. Screens of my eyelids and replay the old times again and again Innocence, freedom, purity. No preconceptions. The virginity of youth A wonderful memory. I am depressed, and I don't want to be.
Friday, June 6, 2008
IF your lucky in life, you'll meet...
IF your lucky in life, you'll meet someone who you will never forget. Someone so special that time itself is the only thing you're worried about running out of. being able to be with this person is your only concern. and nothing else seems to matter. and most of all, you never want to think about losing them. this is what you live for. It was hard to let go. because when I was around him, it was just me. I didn't have to be anyone but myself. People like that are hard to find. and I think once we lost those people "We're afraid" We'd never find them again. Life is the art of drawing, without the eraser. all those memories we share, I cherish every one of them. {I wish I could belong to something......} ~~~ As easily as something can belong to me. Off--plan today. Don't ask. I'm having a rough time. I just want to lay in a different part of my brain and float through the invisible dreamspace. Be carried on the backs of fuzzy thoughts, as if I were looking at them through frosted glass. Drift behind the silver. Screens of my eyelids and replay the old times again and again Innocence, freedom, purity. No preconceptions. The virginity of youth A wonderful memory. I am depressed, and I don't want to be.
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