touch that you can really feel

Remember when we used to play? But you didn’t want to play, and I don’t blame you. You were talking so brave and so sweet with a promise of a love you'll probably never find, but you've said it so many times. Wishing this could last, seasons came and changed the time. Why can't I go back when this mess was not made? I'm ready to settle down now, so please forgive what I have done. I'm ready to leave that wrecking ball behind, and there is nothing more I want than just one night that's free of doubt and sadness. And all I wanna do is ride bikes with you on two bicycles, on a hillside desolate, listening to the rain falling on the street. Just, lately I've been feeling like I don't belong. Yeah, look at me: sad and low and lonely. Yeah, you're wasted, full and drunk from too much rain and pain and anger at tumors like me. I'm the delinquent here. I am on a lazy river, where it never ends. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore — I wanna relive little minutes and try to keep the dream awake. I drug your ghost across the country, and I will love this love forever… love's the only engine of survival as I'm waiting around for you.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Conceptual Trap (11:17:35 PM): I decided though...come my next birthday...whatever the situation is

Conceptual Trap (11:17:39 PM): if you haven't decided

Conceptual Trap (11:17:48 PM): you're cut off, entirely, irrationally, forever

Friday, July 10, 2020

You should know by now that proclamations mean fuck all.