Saturday, August 27
so am i supposed to wallow in self-pity, as i contemplate my next move, if i'm gonna make any? i look into the night sky. i stare at couples. i close my eyes. your face does not go away. you're so damn close, damn close each time we are near each other. but it's never enough. it's never close enough.
i thought i might never want to decide. but it seems i have to. i either decide to decide. or i decide not to. i either decide to decide to move. or i don't. it's between a rock and a hard place.
and now i sound like it's all just about me. it is anything but.
doubt you'd ever read this anyway.