threeinchestall

Why would I trade what I've got now for anything different?

"I need to hear you say, 'I love you, I loved you all along'"

Nickelback was on the radio when I woke up this morning. So, sue me.

In about two hours I will probably be a-okay. Asleep. I am sweating for the summer to turn into fall. I am impatiently yearning its smell and nonstop running.

I want to see you. I probably won't. I want to feel you. You probably don't.

I'm trying not to rush towards the inadequate holes in my life. I doubt the people I know will breathe in relief when we are all separated. I question all ideas that will impact my age after I am where I want to be. I understand that we all fumble into depths of pauses and obstacles. I imagine that somewhere, the dwelling I was created for is patiently rotting to the sounds of summer. I know it is silently waiting for me to conquer with every fiber in my being.
I have begun my story. I have begun a life.