Over the rainbow, or so the song goes. Fuck, I don't know if i can even see the rrainbow!
I saw soup girl for what probably will be the last time for a while. I can't but to feel the pings of regret. Regret over what? Hell if i know. A strange thing, the heart.
I can't see her as a real person anymore. In my head, i see right trough her. She's vapors....
She doesn't excist in real life. She's resting between brain cells.
I feel like i have a 107.5 fever and my fingers on the keyboard feel like fire.
I've could have loved her. I've could have loved her so hard It would make the stars shatter like fireworks and make the moon sink into the sea.
She's been intertwined in my brain so long, i don't know if I'll exist without her. Will she take my memories with her? What would i have to think about?!?!
Reading the above over again, I realize this is going to be the wierdest "Dear Abbie" letter ever!
I saw soup girl for what probably will be the last time for a while. I can't but to feel the pings of regret. Regret over what? Hell if i know. A strange thing, the heart.
I can't see her as a real person anymore. In my head, i see right trough her. She's vapors....
She doesn't excist in real life. She's resting between brain cells.
I feel like i have a 107.5 fever and my fingers on the keyboard feel like fire.
I've could have loved her. I've could have loved her so hard It would make the stars shatter like fireworks and make the moon sink into the sea.
She's been intertwined in my brain so long, i don't know if I'll exist without her. Will she take my memories with her? What would i have to think about?!?!
Reading the above over again, I realize this is going to be the wierdest "Dear Abbie" letter ever!
Because if my dream mind is making up stories about her killing people with butter knives....I think I've had my fill.