Thursday, November 02, 2006

We are in this life together, even when one moves without the other. Different pages from the same story. This aching is familiar. It's something I remember. We can't touch without feeling. Can't heal without healing. Only the young could fall so hard, could be so careless and ignore the scars. So we will move out of the way this time, making room for each other, one without the other. We are broken, but are moving still.

What a way to turn 21. Everything is the same and yet different - I looked in the mirror for crow's feet, but found a new zit instead. Thank God for chocolate, but I need some ice cream. I guess that's just the way the story goes; the best still isn't good enough so goodbye happiness hello pain. Je ne t'aime pas encore.

-- tee @ 5:40 pm |