beccaknows
as we laid together, arms brushing together, i couldn't help thinking that I was the only one who cared about the contact. He must not notice, he doesn't seem to react as i do. I keep it concealed, but I wish I could know
every time i leap into a new journey or off to some adventure i think sadly about the life I'm leaving behind, and it reminds me of that song by Rusted Root.
She reached through the plastic protection pane to hand me my two tickets, while I silently wondered if they would both be necessary. After waiting twenty minutes without a call I know inside that she won't show...
straw hats are lining the tracks as the workers in the field ignore as the train goes by. On my way to the one place I could never see myself