|these rules are made to break us all.
||[Nov. 18th, 2006|09:53 pm]
|||||the hush sound-momentum||]|
i am sick of unhealthy relationships. no more.
i miss having that connection with someone.
or at least feeling like i have it.
my heart is in peices..and they are scattered in new england.
1000 fucking miles away.
less than 30 days until i am happy for a whole month.
but a decision has to be made..ugh.
you are the dark ocean bottom and i am the fast sinking anchor. should i fall for you. you are the scar on my tissue that i show all of my new friends. should i show you me. all we need is a little bit of momentum. breakdown these walls that we’ve built around ourselves. all we need is a little bit of inertia. breakdown and tell breakdown and tell that you are the rain on the fire. deep in the trees when no one was looking. should i speak of this. you are a mirage in the distance that defies the heat of the desert. should i believe in you. these rules are made to break and these walls are built to fall. these rules are made to break us all.