October 2010
28 posts
OH, HOW THINGS HAVE CHANGED.
I came across my old diary I started from around the end of 7th grade. I began reading of my old dilemmas I used to cry over. I roll my eyes. Its only been 3 years since. I’m surprised at how I’ve changed. I laugh at my innocent choice of words. I feel nostalgic rather, of the past I thought was difficult. I would live it again if that meant I wouldn’t go through this.
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Thought I had an answer once, but your random ways...
“I clear my throat to speak, but I can’t say a word. Not one.”
– Angus and Julia Stone, Wooden Chair
“I watched you sleep until 5 am, because I want to be a part of your dreaming. Oh...”
– Cloud Cult, The Ghost Inside Our House
HEY DARLING, ITS TIME TO COME HOME.
This was what I’ve always wanted. Why am I so afraid of something I fantasized about day after day? If I told you, it wouldn’t be such a big deal to you. But in the back of my mind, I wonder if you’re just as terrified as I am. Its homecoming. I should be living it up. And I will try like hell to enjoy this.
I”m not an impulsive person. I’m still wondering what came...
your glare is killing me.
Astair, Matt Costa
I USED TO SLEEP AT NIGHT
I slyly look your way now and then. I find it hard to stray my eyes away from you long. I see you gazing right at me. I tell myself that your looking out the window behind me. Oh, how I wish it was much more than so.
You drove me home yesterday. As a friendly favor. We sat together in the front. Our knees grazed by each other. Did you feel it too? We sang a song. A song that is still in my head...
