Sunday, September 19, 2010

The strangest thing.

It's ...strange. Dead on strange. Completely unfamiliar and out of the ordinary.

Every time my thoughts would drift off, it'd come right back to thinking about you. And I probably know why I keep thinking about you. But I'm starting to feel a little bit conflicted. I was OK with everything. Until I really knew.

It's the possibilities that keep me tapping my toes and fidgeting. The endless possibilities. It's the what if's. It's this! THIS IS IT. And it's all too soon to tell. But it's the endless possibilities.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)