Monday, March 7, 2011

i want one.
dear heart-

i would like to leave you. but i can't because you make all my decisions. you are fogging up the process of things. i can't choose what's right. what's wrong. i can't decide what makes things the way they need to be. i can only decide what i want. it is all your fault.

eat cake. it makes everything better. or at least that's what paula dean says about butter?

i keep reaching. i keep waiting. i keep dreaming. hardly breathing. i keep wishing. i keep missing. missing you in my arms.