an empty dream in text a nameless emotion an expression of love an angry, maddened notion meaningless lines on paper being destroyed and made expressing a fantasy more than words could have said a holder of miracles scratch, fold and scrunch a vessel of expression i even wrap your lunch wood, clay and graphite a world i can make broken, chewed and shaved a heart i can break
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
I really dont want to go. I dont know how to tell my dad that its not what i want. Everytime he brings up the questions, i try and change the topic but it doesnt help. I know that its will be the best for me but seriously i dont wanna go. Theres so much things i cant bear to leave behind especially you. And with so much going on right now i really want you here to listen and lend me a shoulder to cry on even if it means as a friend. If my dad really insist on me going i only have a few months till my course ends and i'd really like to spend as much time with you as possible so that when i leave i can take alog with me happy memories and not sad ones. Would you please be there for me?