Well that is that and this is this.

feeling drained, wish I could smoke a cigarette in the library. running out of power, I keep checking it, checking out you. stuck in my little world of gates and smaller people, the days that count are the days you're in. it's hard to believe when you're so sure, you will find you spend a good deal of your life, sitting at red lights

Sitting at the library, my days have been so good.

Today.

they'll trick you, you must be so careful
walk on your toes and keep your eyes on the road
I have a confession now, I search the internet hoping something will remind me of you. Something to help me dance tonight, something to think about while Im thinking. I search my garden hoping you left clothing. I search my room for your smell, you are nowhere to be found. I think I've lost you but I don't think we've ever met, you can't speak but it's alright with me. She found my bow and it's such a relief, the air is warmer now and he found your keys.
I miss those times we would fight, I miss the times you didn't want me around, I don't like missing you so I think I'll throw you in the ground. I'll start with your eyes.
no, must not waste the room in my mind thinking such ridiculous thoughts, Ill come pick you up and you'll tell me all about it, I aklways liked it better when you had a cough. you can't believe the things he said to you, that bastard, dirty little bastard he has no soul, he's not looking for the butterflies or the silly little words, he just wants to paralyze you.
Im losing my thought, once I find something I've been searching for I no longer am intrigued, it's six forty three and I must go soon. Don't you miss being the little spoon?