things don't change.
Thursday, Dec. 11, 2003
and it's all downhill from here, isn't it?i saw a shadow doing a small two-step on the front lawn, working its way around the streetlamp, the moon. i thought it was you.
"there's room to believe ... out of sight, out of mind, out of reach ... start over, it's no way to begin."
i've been trying for over a year now to convince myself that i can do this. i can feel out my life with these blind eyes, this false hope.
but he's not coming back, and i went with him. and it's every kind of pain.
