Immaculate Heart

I have no recollection of how I got here, how I could keep on living oblivious and with something not so minor...missing? I know what I have to do, and do it. But I won't know what it is until it's done. There really is no good time to leave or any better explanation that is acceptable, because I do not deserve one. He doesn't owe me anything, which I guess I should have sort of seen this coming but naturally I didn't. I'm too busy with summer on my mind. I got my summer skin, my summer clothes, a summer job, I got a few good friends, I shouldn't want more, but I do. I shouldn't really care at all, but somehow I do. I shouldn't feel a pang of jealousy, but hey I do. So instead I will listen to all the mixes I made for someone else, the ones I felt you didn't deserve to hear, and I will laugh and laugh until this summer is long behind me.

A shell of yourself

"Despite the walls you build,
i'm here.

you don't have to be
on your
own."

I am here, I have always been here, will always be.
I love you,
always.

Soundtrack to our drives

I listen to your favorite song on repeat, which has now become a song that I love too, the song shortens the time that has lapsed between us. This song has memory and sensory attachments, when we tried to imitate or explain what it was about Andrew Kenny's voice that we could not get enough of. He is the soundtrack to our drives.

at the time I thought it was for your own good but it was just for my own mind

"Cause when it's good
it's really good
But when it's bad
well, you know how it goes
'Cause we are alone
when we are together
We're each inside our own heads
we can be like this for hours
And we can be good, yeah
if we want to be good
If we try, I know that we can be good" Via Audio - We Can Be Good

This feeling, this feeling of feeling so much at one time is what I've been trying to get back to for over 2 years, this is what I want.







I'm always staring at your smile.

silvery arms

You said, "Let's come back in the winter."

You are good for me.

I think about you at night in the few moments before my eyes shut completely and there is something in your voice that creates a hole, I wait up for that noise...




...Your voice becomes my home.