6.19.2011

jm

Wherever I go, Whatever I do
I wonder where I am in my relationship to you

I'd burn up in your atmosphere.



I don't even know how to write here anymore. I can't even attach concise words to my scattered muddled thoughts of you. I know there's enough to suffice a novel floating in my head but I can't bring myself to type out a single word. It'd be better if you just fell out of existence.

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