Those Who Wander May Not Be Aimless
You could re-think your role, but you are young. What was it you said again? How can you be remembered if you're hiding?
What are you going to be? I think about this a lot, because you didn't spend all those years growing, evolving, to stunt it. But if it was the place you were born to take, fine. I don't know where your heart is. Anatomy fails us now.
Whether or not I'm breaking you, shaping you, or making you glow, at least I'm doing something. Can you feel anything when you're alone? Or is that when you feel most?... I hate to say that there's a glaze in your eyes, so I tried not looking in them.
Is it okay to have so many questions? I can't break that shield you have. You want it broken, don't you? I can't break it though, I must have a problem.
I do care. I don't say that I don't, but I don't say that I do. I don't care about being melodramatic in my descriptions, I'll tell you if it hurts or if it doesn't. But will you tell me?
No. At least I know the answer to that one. No, you won't. Being a loner isn't half as fun as being happy, you know.
I don't mind hurting your feelings, you like it brutal anyhow. You understand better this way. No one wants an awkward silence. "I saw this coming, still I don't know why I let you in." The list goes on, "empty words", "broken promises", 'false hopes high'.
I. Don't. Dream. You. Back.
I'll give you back what you gave me. But do you really want it?
Why are you so hard? And cold; withdrawn? You DO have to say something.
It doesn't matter though because everywhere I go, you are. Mostly in the car because we used to drive so much. You'd be amazed at how many people drive what you did. And the places that we've gone throw flashes of when we were there. I can sometimes even remember what we said...
Ahh, and what we said. We haven't really said harsh words to each other, but we've thought it. I've made you cry times I'm still blissfully unaware of. And we can vise versa this one. We even called it quits that one time, I know you remember, but we just couldn't do it. We couldn't not be together. Am I really your dream?
No, that's silly.
What does summer air remind you of? Oh, the things I could tell you. Let's slip out of love and into each other for just a second. We could tell each other stories one after the other............................................................
But who really does that?
It makes me smile, remembering when we were together.
I could tell you all the secrets, but I'd rather not remember.
What are you going to be? I think about this a lot, because you didn't spend all those years growing, evolving, to stunt it. But if it was the place you were born to take, fine. I don't know where your heart is. Anatomy fails us now.
Whether or not I'm breaking you, shaping you, or making you glow, at least I'm doing something. Can you feel anything when you're alone? Or is that when you feel most?... I hate to say that there's a glaze in your eyes, so I tried not looking in them.
Is it okay to have so many questions? I can't break that shield you have. You want it broken, don't you? I can't break it though, I must have a problem.
I do care. I don't say that I don't, but I don't say that I do. I don't care about being melodramatic in my descriptions, I'll tell you if it hurts or if it doesn't. But will you tell me?
No. At least I know the answer to that one. No, you won't. Being a loner isn't half as fun as being happy, you know.
I don't mind hurting your feelings, you like it brutal anyhow. You understand better this way. No one wants an awkward silence. "I saw this coming, still I don't know why I let you in." The list goes on, "empty words", "broken promises", 'false hopes high'.
I. Don't. Dream. You. Back.
I'll give you back what you gave me. But do you really want it?
Why are you so hard? And cold; withdrawn? You DO have to say something.
It doesn't matter though because everywhere I go, you are. Mostly in the car because we used to drive so much. You'd be amazed at how many people drive what you did. And the places that we've gone throw flashes of when we were there. I can sometimes even remember what we said...
Ahh, and what we said. We haven't really said harsh words to each other, but we've thought it. I've made you cry times I'm still blissfully unaware of. And we can vise versa this one. We even called it quits that one time, I know you remember, but we just couldn't do it. We couldn't not be together. Am I really your dream?
No, that's silly.
What does summer air remind you of? Oh, the things I could tell you. Let's slip out of love and into each other for just a second. We could tell each other stories one after the other............................................................
But who really does that?
It makes me smile, remembering when we were together.
I could tell you all the secrets, but I'd rather not remember.
posted by Sarah at 2:40 PM
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I could say something intelligent like you did on my blog. Or maybe I could put something about how that blog made me want to throw up a little (though I would NEVER do that :)....)BUT as I come to understand....you have to be able to understand the thing before you say anything about it. And well.....that just doesn't come to happen when I read your blog. But I liked it anyways. It was QUITE insightful!
I love you Sarah!
You know....I think I just messed up your blog my trying to delete my last one....I apologize if I did.
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