I would like to believe that things fall apart so that better things can fall together. I would like to believe I will find happiness. I would like to believe what I want to believe. But I don't. And I will always think of him as the one that got away.
    If I were asked what I was running away from, who I am running towards and what it is that makes my feet move quickly; I cant help but answer with a stare and the words "I don't know". But I do. I feel like I have endless things to say, but not a soul to really listen. 'Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor.'  My life had passion and love interwoven so tightly between the seconds, it was impossible to understand how it could dissapate. My head feels like a graveyeard now; and what's left behind are just bones and experience of what was.

looking back, it all seems as it had been; except different.
we were stronger then, but never realized, that in our weak moment
it was the weight of the world pressing against us,
preparing us for the days ahead.