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Sunday, June 27, 2010

1. MYEs are looming like overcast clouds over my head. i really wonder anyone else sees them like i feel them.

2. i would love to date someone like you.

3. i often what i am to others.

4. i would love to escape to somewhere that no one knows me, so that i can live life as a new person all over again.

5. i wonder whether i would like myself if i ever met me.

6. i wish i was more like you.

7. as i ascended the place, i wondered whether you were thinking the same as i was. i wondered whether you knew what was on my mind. and it felt weird that everyone else was there too, it felt as if the memories were being tainted, because that will no longer be remembered as us but as others too. maybe that was god's way of helping me create new memories.

i saw that band around your finger and realized you probably didn't remember anything at all.