the start of the story

writers block...
the dream of last night is all about a small town.
how small towns can kill you, how even this whole state is a small town. its a fish bowl.

forever and today got lost somewhere amongst yesterday

i need something that is real something to hold on to, i want this to have been more than just another pointless weekend, in a way i now it was not and i know the way your heart starts to slump. and i know she isnt making you happy. and i know alot less than i think i do and a lot more than you. i just dont know anymore

you set me up to leave me.

everthinkitsjustbeentoo long

since ive seen your pretty little face.
since you said i love you and meant it.
since the bed didnt feel cold on one side.
but what do i know about love?