"my heart is speeding up and slowing down, im always on the go, and now im sick as hell. i think im losing control."

like fireworks over the interstate, you were my north star when you were far away.
smoking cigarettes looking for a feeling i used to get way back, re-reading messages and lost voicemails, trying to awake myself from this coma state. trying to reconnect with you and me, all lost in the phonelines and in words with no meaning, with no substance, say all you can to break her down, it hasnt been the first of the last time. thinking about escaping to a place where god actually answers your questions. a place where things can make sense without using the words love. i need a reason to keep going.

"young girls believe in counter parts, its just the story a broken heart."

most days i used to sleep in, now i wake up early and think about how lucky i am.
at this exact moment i have nothing to say, but i felt the need to say something. so here i am, and its all starting to get a little better.