Monday, February 9, 2009
The Town At The Time
Between you and me (somewhere between now and then), this is where we buried the children we once were.
Written by Me at 1:04 AM
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
let's play hide and seek once more
i'm moved by your words :) how sweet they are.
It hurts when it's new doesn't it? It really hurts.
I wish my days could have stayed in tree houses and playgrounds instead of streetsigns and sidewalks. I wish my nights could have stayed in flashlight reading and classical music to help me sleep instead of tired, early mornings and insomnia.
But it never stays like that, does it? It never stays...why won't it stay you guys? Why won't it stay anymore? I want it to stay so much...but it never does.
the day would seem such a farce to me....
I'm not buried yet. I'll fight the whole world to keep my inner child alive.
You are such an inspiration. Your words move me and help me on good and bad days i always check back. Thank you so much, your amazing.
I just happened to stumble across your blog. It truly is nice to come back and see what you have to say, it tends to make me think of things that I didn't before.
I wish i knew you,
when you were still a child.
I was a much nicer person,
when i was a child
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