LIFE JOURNAL

not knowing where to go or who to find, he ended up writing this journal.
he has the life of an ordinary person, yet the way of thinking of a melancholia.
he just doesn't know how to find that four-letter thing.

P. S. the navigator buttons are the colored bookmarks.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Dashboard Confessional - Even Now

Even now I can smell your clothes, freshly from the wash,
Still hot from the dryer.
Even now I can smell your skin, as I wrap you in a towel,
Lay you on the bed, and try to love you.
Even now I can feel your arms, I can feel your breasts,
I can hear your songs

And I always can find you again

Even now I can feel your hand, gently over mine,
With almost no weight at all.
Even now I can feel your eyes, watch me as I strum,
Much too late at night.
Even now I can see you smile, I can hear you hum,
I can hear you sing.

And I always can find you again

Even in the dark of night
Even in the lowest light
Even as the world outside
Is spinning
And its spinning.

Even now I can feel your hair blow across my cheek, as we sit in one of two chairs
Even now I can feel your face restin' on my chest, wrestling for sleep and failing at it
Even now I can see you sleep, I can see you dream, I can see you fly

And I always can find you again
And I always can find you again

2:20 AM

Sunday, May 1, 2011

And I always can find you again

2:20 AM