I am running away from reality, as fast as i could.
and trying not to look back, so as to prevent my eye from tearing.
Finding myself...
Tuesday, February 6, 2007
Thank you for walking with me and making spring seem lovelier and the sun seem warmer, to cut out the din of the world while letting me hear the whistles of the birds as an interlude. As foolishly unctuous as this may seem, I have nothing more than honest words to offer: I am glad we are together walking towards disparate futures but still together. It was a pleasure finding you and in the process finding myself.