thoughts and figures

i was sitting there,
twisting your hair around my finger,
and i knew i was going to miss that moment in time, that sensation would be foreign in 25 days.

i could lay in bed all day doing nothing but listening to the sound of your breathing and the rhythm of your voice as it rose and fell deliberatly with every word that your lips parted to tell everyday.




i miss my friends, i miss my school.
this year will be half torture and half a gift.

i am not the type of person who just takes off into the oblivion of the world and hopes it all goes swimmingly. what am i doing?