Sunday 1 February 2009

the writers weren't kidding

can't decide if the days never end
or if they never started in the first place.
somewhere someone who looks just like me smiles a little bit.
i just need to find that place. find that girl. catch that smile and never let go.

there's ice in my heart and fire behind my eyes.
seeing but not feeling.
understanding but not caring.

"how does it feel to be in 2009?"
"like i've hooked up with 2008's older brother... and he's an asshole too."

i blame the sea, and the stars, and you most of all.