Thursday, October 1, 2009

#11 again: the boy and a half.

I feel like I am running down the aisles of a smelly public transit train or whatever they're called , and in every seat there is a different version of you. Of us. All I can do is hope I fit in a new seat somewhere close to you, so we can make a new version of us...figure out that doesn't work , then on to the next train. Together.
However, have we really outstayed our welcome; have we really ruined the ride to the end? I can't fathom my life without you, but then why do I sabotage this life with you?
Where did you go, where did we go wrong , where do I go from here, why am I ruining all that is good?

However far away, I will always love you. Whatever words I say, I will always love you.

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