it's me they've been coming to see

to forget about life for a while.

after the storm.

why?

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2011/06/25/3253479.htm

I can't understand why some people have to go through so much pain,
nor can I understand how easily everyone else allows themselves to forget it.

no one else can speak the words on your lips.

millpond.

The water was dark
And it went forever down,
But you couldn't tell;
The surface was cold and inpenetratable,
Still, as if waiting for time to begin.
Reflecting the surroundings in a way
That made the most mundane seem ethereal,
An entire world, paperthin; a masterpiece
Painted on a napkin.

Everything you heard,
Everything you saw,
Everything you smelled,
Everything you touched,
Tasted,
Was of the world above.
But was it so perfect, underneath?


Or perhaps what lurked below,
What lingered in the depths,
Waiting to leap out and strike
At the slightest disturbance,
Was something horrid.
Something tainted.
Something monstrous.
Something lost.
Something miserable.
Something vile.
Something broken.
Something
Ugly.

let it always be known that i was who i am.

It's funny how the first chords you come to
Are the minor notes that serenade you
And it's hard to accept yourself as someone you don't desire
As someone you don't want to be.

growth.

We ran away, away, away to the river, but the river ran to the sea.

Maybe I was just too impatient
I promise I will learn from my mistakes.

just be patient, and don't worry.

don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head.

that was just. awkward. agreed?

the truth is i'm a liar.

but only because i'm scared of the truth.

back when a day meant forever.

that day in your bedroom, when you began to speak
you stopped yourself and kissed me
and i grabbed your arm and said
i know, i know.
i feel the same as you.

and i know, i know, it's changed since then.
and in every way, i've changed since then.
such a long time ago,
when i drove you away.