we stumbled through the cemented park because that's all we could bring ourselves to do. i tackled him once or twice, but it was only to catch my keys again. we stumbled through the dividers filled with colorful plastic and fonts we could never name. teach me more about what you know so i can fill myself with something other than want. fill my belly with another need so maybe this feeling will go away. i would give you sickness the way you give me pleasure. it mixes and matches and toils with emotions. it was something we talked about when i spread out on the bed and thought out loud. maybe people try to hard for someone they cant have, meanwhile ignoring others that might be interested. hint hint amanda. in my head i'm thinking, "die." in my heart i'm feeling, "dead." we stumbled and fell. i rolled over and looked into his eyes. i'm still trying to find my way back. -Amanda