i'm glad you caught me staring, because now i know you were staring too.

my smile spans a thousand miles.

from number 9 i can see you walking towards me, and you continue to smile and show off your new shoes to every living soul. i flutter a smile your way.

but where you even smiling at me to begin with? my heads creaks sideways, just a slight, to see if there was someone behind me. and there wasn't. won't you be mine already?

of course i'll hang out with you over spring vacation.

and you can be mine. 

the contradictions are so far beyond cliché that it's sickening. oh so sickening to know that i feel apathy in the face of fear, and fear in the face of apathy. oh so sickening to know that this circle keeps spinning and i am persistently claimed by the bottom.

they say the grass is greener on the other side, but if that's true, then someone's grass is the least green, and you are essentially the greenest grass of all.

would it be cliché to claim i'm green with envy, or simply to claim i would die for this.

life is like a screen door, it's so fragile and weathered but when one screen is ruined it's so easily replaced. why is it that the notion of death causes us to realize that time is ticking away.

people all around me keep drinking that same water, but never really tasting it. it's sickening to see how much meaning they lose from their life with the simplest of tasks.

i sip my water, and leave the room.