i walk to the room, standing at the doorway, but im only an imaginary figure. i watch as you start to lay down to rest, atop your sheets and blanket. your eyes squint up, you fuss around a bit, and i take a step farward. i cant be seen, because im not really there, but i start across the floor. you roll up on your side, and i slide my way up, lying next to you. my arm wraps around your front, spooning with that sense of ease. in that instant, your eyes relax, your body calms, comfort has fallen before you, but best yet, you smile. the curtains swiftly blow inwards, and a gust of wind blows in. you awake (im not there) and shut the window, lay back down, comfort lost. but when the sun shines threw the next day, your blankets are over you body, and you awake refreshed, you feel great, you feel loved, you feel butterflies in your stomach.
i missed you
i miss you
it will never be
but it can
::: posted by Eddie at 1:01 AM
i turned quickly and saw you there, your arms widended awaiting embracement. i lunged in, it was a gigantic hug. it was grand, it was the best part of the night.
::: posted by Eddie at 5:18 PM
::: posted by Eddie at 7:08 PM
in the room sits a boy. lounging around upon his own mess thinking. what the fuck has been happening this last year? everything has been getting screwd over in so many ways. a blend of emotions vs schooling can really take a lot out of someone. they boy starts to stare, he sees a picture. he sees 2 years of a battered trail, he sees a picture of a girl. the scattered papers speak of unclear thoughts, wich should be burnt. he reaches back for the pillow behind him, lays back, shuts his eyes. but he cant sleep. staring out the window he sees the clear night sky. the stars remind him of the past, (fuck! i dont want to think of this, i cant handle it right now!) puting his shoes on, he heads out the door, walking down the road to the street light. the light gleems with the mellow feelings of a quiant yellow. he sits on the curve where the water drains to the marsh. pondering, thinking, forgetting; well, at least trying. it starts to rain, but he doesnt move, just sits, and thinks, for thats all thats left to do.
::: posted by Eddie at 9:27 PM
i hate being in thinking mode.
bright eyes count = 3 days
prom count = 6 days
::: posted by Eddie at 8:57 PM
the rain is hitting my window, creating another sad song. thunder crashes, the lightning allows me to see out the window, and i see it. its so dull outside the mess of my room. but my mind wanders at the same time. everything is so boring lately, so dull, so lost. LeeAnn fills my mind a lot again, usually i can supress that. times like these occur, they pass in time. battle of the bands is gone, no fun for that. and there has been shit to do. i need my life back. when i used to go out, do things, have fun. i need a stimulus, something to react to. everything around home is stupid. mooshy baby talk, drugs every fucking where. its just so dull and stupid. but i think im just in one of those moods again. where you just get sick of stuff. boring, the silloeted tree hangs over the fence. another flash and i realize its too late, i need sleep.
bright eyes count - 5 days
prom count - 8 days
::: posted by Eddie at 10:05 PM
