|
Friday, February 27, 2009 |
school's fucked yet somehow i'm getting used to it still wondering and looking into space, thinking..
somehow being around makes me so secure, the past is long gone. but once i read those pages, i slowly start to fall apart all over again
" I'm afraid for each of us, daily,
and often in more than one way-
i'm afraid for us all.
Not because we are not careful,
but because we are not safe
Not because we are out of reach but because we are
out of touch
I would know if something were to happen
to you. Wouldn't i? I would know
if you weren't all right.
That makes things easier, somehow.
The world is much smaller and I am
glad you are still here- maybe not
around- but still with me. "
|
left a chocolate stain @
10:19 PM
|
