so yeah.

writing comes to me at the strangest times. i am laying down to go back to sleep at 11:30am, and then i get this idea for some prose, and i HAVE to get up and write it or else i'm going to lose it. aaaaaaaanyway.





to a failed connection:
we spent almost a year together
traipsing on a teenage life's sine curves
with the highest highs, and the lowest lows.
being a part from each other now has
allowed me to learn, meet new, wonderful people,
allowed you to grow, venture onto other things.
i can't help but still feel that
i still care about you,
wonder what you do from time to time,
that you are well and content--
your lack of communication
shows that you
don't extend the same wishes.