Saturday, April 02, 2005
getitalloutintotheopengiveavoicetothecryingofmysoul.
it's not that i can't get over you. it's that i can't get over my memories of you. or rather, what once was.
we busy, busy bees, all buzzing around in our own hives of activity. you just don't seem to care at all. while i am trying to not care anymore. the irony.
what do i want? i don't rightly know meself. maybe i want more than this sorry state we turned ourselves into now- but we can't be greedy.
i try to forget. i try to forgive. but there's a damn blockade stuck in those traffic lanes; i can only remember. and then i try to forget. i try to forgive.
i'm still sad. i wonder why. when i should be thankful. i mean, we're leading pretty happy lives to say the least. you've got your buddies, i've got my clique. life is good.
shutoutthemusicdrownoutthenoiseitsjustmeagainstitall.
illuminated. 11:07 PM
izzabelle/izzy/bel.