comfy bed. mmhmm.

sweet dog at my feet. mmhmm.

whole wheat goldfish. MMHMM.

completion. mmhmm.

goodbyes, lasts, decisions, choices, rejections, messes, searching...not so much.

is everything and everyone running away or is my heart just starting to drift? am I getting a headstart on the separation?

distance distance distance. not only in space.

I repeat things a lot. just a side note. just an observation. I think I've started to take comfort in the strangest things.

lots of sweet nothings lately. too bad they really are nothings...or won't amount to anything besides empty. damn.

taking chances. taking risks. is it a coincidence to say "take"? cause I feel like I'm stealing something. or thats its all borrowed time. I'm waiting to wake up. or at least be told my turn is over.

I still have an awful lot of growing up to do. I guess I always will. its really the only option.