Back to Work

Those perfect summer day were never real
the ideas couldn't last.
Adolescence held promises of days lying in the sun.
Content. Happy without fault. You grow up and the image fades. Reality sets in and the pain begins.
A day so perfect could never.
"these moments as beautiful as they are...are evil when they're gone"

Like a child

I wish I never had to let go.

Dreams will still find you when I can not
I envy them.

A Similarity between like Features of Two Things

Is is not up, or down hill.
Who came up with this 'we are on a hill' analogy?
It is never 'All up hill from here'
or "All down hill"

Which of those is the good one anyways?

It goes- not only up or down or left or right. It just goes.

If you have to make an analogy, use the ocean.

Waves, crashing, breaking, folding back to the sea.

Always in motion, never stoping...

Now there's an analogy!

Remember when:

It wasn't so hard.

but you had help

we were convinced we'd never gave up

-My turn

I know this

This is the time I would want you. I know what used to happen- and I used to know where to go.
I'm so lost now. Not 'without you'
I got on before and I know it can happen, but I wish you were the one I still could turn to.
No
I wish I still had someone I knew who was there.

Isn't it sad.
Isn't it just awful.
So predictable, hurts just a much when you know it is coming.

Where'd they go
ones to be there

What happen to that, where'd that go

So i'll just sit doing and knowing nothing while the world burns around me and others avoid my eyes. Won't I?

Everyone has things they are sorry for-

and I'm sorry for you.

I don't write here enough-it has gotten harder, even though I have more time.
I don't know what to do with myself, it just has gotten to hurt more
I can't write- and somehow that makes it worse then the hurt of writing.

I'm not bad.
I'm not good.
But I want better.

I know its coming-I'm just tired of the wait and the inbetweening.

Upon entering Life and Love:

the Measuring things in years

I'm not sorry. But I wish you were.

It's not a matter of missing.
Life goes on,
things change
and i guess so do you.

I wish things could be like they were before.
But I know that they can not.

Don't you dare think it doesn't hurt me.
Didn't hurt me.

But I am not going to mourn someone who is already gone.

And don't ask me who this is about...if you have to ask. You don't need to know.
Remember, I make these for myself.

Again Tomorrow

Sometimes when I'm alone
I pretend that I'm a queen
It's almost believable


It's painful and never seems worth it.
Life is something to do when you can't get to sleep.