Listening to: Incubus
Feeling: nothing
I wish I could believe that song.
{{I wish I could know it was true.}}
I wish I could see you again.
{{I wish I could throw my arms around you.}}
I wish I could smile for real.
{{I wish I could see your eyes.}}
I wish you said something before.
{{I wish I wasn't so stupid.}}
I wish I wasn't so blind.
{{I wish I could listen to this song without crying.}}
I wish I could write something that beautiful.
{{I wish I could touch someone with my words like he does.}}
I wish I could get these words to you.
{{I wish you loved me.}}
I wish you still think about me.
{{I wish I could stop thinking about you.}}
I wish there was something-anything there.
{{I wish I could go back in time.}}
I wish I had a rewind, and pause button.
{{I wish I could create beauty.}}
I wish there were still magic left in this world.
{{I wish I could feel your arms around me.}}
I wish I were frail && delicate && beautiful.
{{I wish you could see me this way.}}
I wish I had a better lighting.
{{I wish I could watch you try to catch snow-flakes on your tongue again.}}
I wish we were innoncent again.
{{I wish the snow wouldn't turn black with filth.}}
I wish I were yours.
{{I wish for the raining months of November and December.}}
. . .
I wish this was a beautiful time.
=hugs=
I'm sorry.
But you only have to deal with it 'till April. Then we're starting over, remember?
=hugs= No more crying.