I go from happy to sad or disconent so often I forget what it feels like to just to feel a stable emotion.
Life is so full on sometimes that I just want to pull the covers over my head and disappear into my bed/head.
I have this place I keep my thoughts where I don't have to own up to them. It makes them feel safe.
I pretend to be busy sometimes just so I can take a breath. Everyone needs to take stock of their lives every now and then.
The fact that you make my head spin is a good thing, but the way that I can't stop thinking about every little thing we do/say has me going crazy. Not a good kind of crazy, the crazy that makes me wonder if things are really happening or if I am making them up.
I haven't felt this way in a while, I haven't let myself. The walls always come crashing down.
Time's a bastard. We always think it's on our side, but then it all runs out and we have nothing left. I feel like there is a clock ticking next to my ear, reminding me of every second that passes. We never wait for those that get left behind.
Living in memories is living in the past, and that is where my head wanders. Piece together the stories of the photographs that line the walls, the people that pass on the street. I want to make memories that have me smiling when I am old and no one wants to talk to me.
Movies go on repeat to remind me of the way life could be, but never will be because there is no script, no perfect line and no perfect kiss. It just gives us something to hope for in the end.