Tuesday, June 30, 2009

I hope he is right

Moving, loving, escaping reality, or by escaping we mean running with our eyes closed.

He doesn't want me. He doesn't need me. I am a joke, a young toy to play with, but nothing else.

I'm too old, he sees me dying on the inside, it is not secret.

There is too much pain in this world.

I try to let it go.

But it lingers

like a heavy weight

upon a heart that was never quite sure of itself.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Best. Quote. Ever.

At a cafe and i overhear, "I look like freaking R2D2 on crack!..............it was a very enjoyous experience"