you just might make me believe

what's your mode of transport?
mine is the sun.
when it rises dripping from
the sea when it falls like honey on
the trees when it swallows up
clouds my soul moves with it.

mine is you.
when you lift your eyes
when you look straight ahead
when you try to speak my
heart moves with you.

so busy out there
10:15:00 PM
Sunday, August 21, 2011
bop to the top
What the hell is wrong with me. I'm the most together person I know and suddenly I'm acting all bimbotic and uncool. Seriously, get a grip and hold yourself together.

I feel like I just got ambushed and like Bambi's mom, some hunter is gonna shoot me through the heart. I think I've got way too much time on my hands right now. I would hate to think what real working life would feel like if just a taste of it leaves me feeling so empty- as though I need to fill up this void with anything, anyone, everything, everyone. Over-thinking and over-feeling things doesn't help matters.

And now that I've thought about it, it was unfair, on my part especially. I didn't mean to spring it on you, nor was I ready to.

So now I've got to figure out whatever this is, on my own, and stand by my decision. I don't care what they think anymore. There is no point making it more complicated than it really is. All I know is that it's all happening in my head and I need to stop it before it gets out of hand and leave unready hearts smashed and broken and scarred and unmendable. It's fogging up my good common sense and I can't stand it.

I can, I can do this.

Stone hearts. And minds.

honesty is the best policy