OMG where did these come from?! and i swear it i'm going to learn to feel content but my god, you're like a fucking drug you can be my white powder; i'll be your stranger. sometimes i just sit around and wait for nothing and hurry to get no where worry over nothing and hide from no one dream about a place that doesn't exist walk through the night sky count the stars and touch the moon with careful fingertips and please know when i say, "you're...something" it isn't always a good thing and your slow smile stops me dead in my tracks everytime and when you enter a room i can feel my heart beat speeding up and slowing down..feeling like it should jump from my chest and kick you in the shins or the ego or something painful like that. with your feelings so inconsistant i'm constantly changing my mind the plot is unfolding and the audience is confused. and all my mind can seem to come up with are extended blanks and wrong conclusions. so, if tomorrow were tradgic, and i should happen to fall apart.would you make an effort to glue me back together? the plot is unfolding in the wrong order. we're watching our lives on the big screen, but, the truth is, we're all just waiting for our own scene. this is enough for now. *EDIT* i swear that mood started out as bored.