i want so bad to say some things
so bad, to just come out and say it
but i can't
i can't, because i don't even know what to say...
i just have this feeling
this deep feeling of .... something
it's kinda like un-satisfied but more like content
almost like agitated but more like calm
really close to distracted but almost like finding serenity in the distraction
but more then anything i'm feeling thankful
thankful, that this life is not my own...
it's a good thing too.



after learning how to trust, I find there's so little to trust. least of all myself. but wait...

I'm so good at leaving. I'm so good at blaming those who could help me, and at charging those who hurt me. I'm so good at going the wrong way and making the wrong decision; when I make any at all. I'm so good at putting myself before you but only when I shouldn't.

all this time, thinking you're knowing where you're going; after you veer off the road more than once though, you begin to forget which turn was a mistake.

I can't take back yesterday. But I don't want to spend all tomorrow wishing I could either.

and all the jealousy or lies cannot justify my imitating response.

Its funny, how people can't lie with their eyes. we lie with our mouths but our eyes can only tell truth. I see it in your face.

a memory is a very present thing.