we stood staring up at the stars trying to figure out the constellations, when all i wanted to do was look into your eyes and find the ones in there.

"I am thinking it's a sign that the freckles in our eyes are mirror images and when we kiss they're perfectly aligned."
-Iron & Wine (fuck Ben Gibbard, I'm not giving him credit for this shit, he's got tons of other stuff...trust me)

i can't stand how my bed doesn't smell like me right now. it makes me feel like i can't sleep unless i stack the pillows higher and pretend...but i'm pretty good at make believe, at least for a while.

how your eyes betray your words, but those words were meant to be heard at a distance, yet you spoke them so close. like a puzzle wrapped in layers barely visible to the human eye, unless you dance in the right light, then one might catch a glimpse of something truly astounding and unique. last night that light danced briefly by you instead, and a couple layers faded away for only a moment, and in that then i saw your secrets, just a few, but i felt my mouth water at the temptation of more.

so what i mean to say is that when some people say that they're not interesting, they only mean to throw you off their trail. misdirection is clever, i'll admit it, and it has me stepping carefully. but when the ice gets thin i always wanna jump in. god, i'm rambling now. i guess it happens when there's literally no sleep to be had...i haven't felt this feeling in a long while.

"Today is not my day to find you"
-A-Ha

does anything ever happen?

how do you shake off that feeling of disappointment when you just wake up? it's not that i had anything to be disappointed about...i dunno, maybe i just need to chillax a bit more after having some drinks the night before and sleeping for six hours.

my dreams lately have been sofa king weird.

put me in your drink, girl, gimme a swirl.

as much as i thought it was something.
turns out i was just fickly fascinated by the dancing headlights.
at least that's what i heard through the spiderwebs.

god, when will lonely be enough?