evanks
she stood there drained of feeling like a well squeezed lemon wanting more and more to be left along but gaining no traction with him
he paced backand forth sturbbornly as if testing the floor to wear away before his shoes. debating if everything was worth the trouble. reminising about the times she held him in times of need, the times vagrant depression ran rampant within his pysche, courpting his memories and invading his dreams and the only thing that made living worth wild was her and the feeling that they shared.
i exist in orbit around my life
it seems to have a mind of its own
it turns right while i turn left and
it will always win because im in orbit
chores?
what chores
this things i do everyday arnt chores
they're a nessisity
they're caracter building
these things are...
who am i kidding
these things are pointless
you braid your hair
its a simple braid nothing special except
when your braiding you look so focused
its a spectacular sight
your eyes close
your mouth curves up in the corner
its amazing the way you take so much thought
into something so little
but as i watch
i realize
you put so much effort into doing something simple
i wonder how much effort you put into
something complex
something broken
something like
me
we like to dream that honesty makes the best polocie
we tell our friends that they look good in those jeans
and that their significant other isnt that much of an ass
when really we know that we're not really saving them from anyting
and that the honesty we're telling them is only to make us feel better
and not for their benefit at all
honest you make me smile
a smile that could rot the nicest persons teeth
and for thiis love you
mainly because your the best person ive ever met and i want to be honest with you
because honestly you make me smile