The thunder makes me think of you. When the lightning strikes and lights up my room I see the outline of the ceiling we shared. I can feel you breathing next to me, your arm around my waist. I know that when the next crack sounds and I jump that you'll wake enough to murmur, "Sh, it's all right. I'm here." You hold me by habit, pulling me closer when I turn. The sound of the rain sounds like the cars that drove by our window, the bits of light peeking through my curtains the headlights that shone through. Every part of me hurts knowing the decisions I made brought us to this. tell me how you feel, for i am lonely too. need you to know i'm just as cold and numb as you.
gah.
fucking sucks.
i know
there is a way
to make up for old mistakes
i know
what's happening is for a reason.
it isn't the end of the world, life will go on. BUT.
doesn't mean it doesn't fucking blow.
on a positive note, i've decided to bring back my blogging days. i was surfing through my myspace blog [don't judge me] earlier and i realized that i miss being able to empty my head into something. and some of my best stuff was scribbled [or typed, as it were] into that black hole. so, for your [or my] reading enjoyment, here is the next installation of aly's hobbit tale.
you're nearly a laugh,
you're nearly a laugh,
but you're really a cry.
courtesy;john.butler.trio/pink.floyd.
