Mailed from Mars
Wednesday, November 18, 2009 @ 5:24 PM
You're so far away from me.
It's not as if we can see eachother.
It's not as if we can talk.
Can't even write.
Or breathe.
Away, off doing your thing. Living your life. While I'm here, trying to tape mine together - a mosaic of what I want it to be.
Have no idea if it will ever be.
And I miss you. Even if, at times, I don't think I do.
I do.
And when I see you, I know.
And when I see you, I'll know.
