okay fine, ill say it straight (as if we were):
i love you.
yeah, okay, ive said it tons of times.
but any old person can do that,
so what difference does it make?
well hey, it makes a difference to me.
it might not seem like it,
but i only say those words to people who deserve it.
then again, everyone deserves it.
anyway.
my point is, youre beautiful, amazing, magical, etc, etc.
(i have to stop because ill run out of words and ill just start repeating myself.
maybe i shouldve payed a bit more attention to our vocabulary words last year.)
but who cares about all that? thats school, that's people judging us, you,
for what you can and cannot
An echo from another world,
of someone threatening to burn me,
to burn the heart out of me,
resounds in my ears.
I had no idea that it would feel this good,
this warm,
this exciting,
this calm,
this right.
It feels as if every moment is another dry leaf,
barely starting in this world but already gone,
consumed by a growing flame.
What is this growing flame,
you ask?
It is none other than love.
This love may be surrounded by water,
but it can make do with what it has:
us.
May we feed this fire with our words,
whether written,
spoken,
or left as thoughts.
May it consume our actions,
until they are nothing more than flying ashes,
to the point wh
Everything is confusing and I have no idea what I am doing most of the time and I know pretty much everyone never knows what’s going on the entire time but I still feel like I’m incompetent and like the world would be a better place without me but I know for a fact that people love me and I love them back so I don’t have an excuse for leaving this world but I still feel like I am worthless and useless in the grand scheme of things and that I’m just a speck of flying dust on a beach full of bigger and prettier things than me and I need to calm down but I don’t know how and I’m just a run-on sentence going on
This is the most cliche thing that’s ever happened.
That is,
If I’m not making it all up in my head,
And it’s not all a dream.
I feel as if,
Maybe,
Just maybe,
You’re trying to get to me in a way no one else has.
It’s probably all in my head,
And I’m just making it up,
Because wishful thinking has taken over my life.
You’d know.
I know you would.
It’s you,
After all.
We’ve shared hardships,
And lots of laughter,
But I wonder if we can share more.
Probably not.
In fact,
It’s doubtful.
We probably won’t.
But,
Hey,
Dreams can become reality,
Right?
...right?