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.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head
Where I would impress you,
Where every single word I said
Would come out insightful or brave, or smooth, or charming
And you'd want to call me..
And I
Would be there every time
You need me;
I'd be there every time..
But for now,
I'll look
So longingly..
Waiting
For you to want me
For you to need me
For you to notice me
I'm starting to fashion an idea in my head
Where I would impress you,
Where every single word I said
Would come out insightful or brave, or smooth, or charming
And you'd want to call me..
And I
Would be there every time
You need me;
I'd be there every time..
But for now,
I'll look
So longingly
Waiting
For you to want me
For you to need me
For you to notice me...
10:15 PM
