Tuesday, December 20, 2005

The Downpour

I've just realized that my life can only be described like a poor piece of art. The only way you know how to make it look good is to step back. And I am what I'm afraid of

Good from far... But far from good.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Stuck in a rut

For some reason I can't get over her...
I don't know what it is about her...
Maybe it's the way the Light glistened off her hair
(not that I have a thing for Red Heads or anything)
But even so... She's been in the back of my mind a lot lately.
I don't talk to her nearly as often as I like...
And I don't see her period
But there's just something about her that I can't let go of.
I shouldn't miss her as much as I do.