you'd be the village joke
i leave for scotland on the 5.45 train from euston tomorrow. i'll miss people dreadfully, and i'm obscenely nervous, but i'm hopeful and excited. if you're reading this, the likelyhood is i'm missing you
a certain someone confuses me beyond all measure. i dream about them caring for me, missing me, feeling for me in the same way i do for them. this infuses with my general conciousness, and i believe in it. i don't think about them all the time, i haven't prevented myself for thinking about other people, i'm not obsessed. i kiss our relic when i'm in bed, and wish all unsaid words to pass through it and find their way to you
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